Tag: Flash Fiction

He nods his understanding, and smiles nervously, his bottom lip trembling. “Your Mum’s telling you the truth honey, we didn’t leave Uncle Barry, he chose to stay behind and..” “And help everyone that was trapped in the cells out the back of the police station were released,” Sherry interrupts quickly.

... of course If you want to talk to Butch, he’s happy to show you the video footage. But Butch and Mister McBurley have told me that you’re no longer welcome in the shop anymore.” “But it’s ludicrous, I was nowhere near here forty-five fucking minutes ago, I was at home...

Vincent’s eyes open, and he looks down upon Damon with eyes weighed down with sorrow. “I’m sorry old friend, do you wish me to sprinkle crushed unicorn horn over my words, so they have a brighter, uplifting visage to them?” “A-Are y-you for real?” “Which part are you referring to?”

“This green earth? Who the fuck is writing your lines?” Ben says sarcastically. “Then it had to be the bus, maybe it was fitted out with a massive magnet, like the scrap yards have.” Fabian shakes his head. “Nah, the first thing he allowed us to do was walk inside.

“I can neither confirm, nor deny the information you require. Let’s just agree that obviously something, somewhere, with someone has taken place. But we neither know, or don’t know what happened, even though it holds no sway over this here conversation, or situation.” He answers proudly, puffing up his chest.

“Jesus Christ Duncan, you don’t just walk the fuck up on people like that, it’s the number one reason people accidentally get punched in the face.” Duncan smiles nervously, “WOW, there’s actually a chart that lists the top reasons why people accidentally get punched in the face? What’s number two?”

“Right, keep my seat warm, I’ll be back for my beer in a tick,” Stuart says as he marches through the bar, giving a wink to a group of girls who sit at a table a few feet from the toilets, causing them to giggle like a heard of geese.

...“No one in their right mind will ever believe that. Everyone out there saw you storm into here, they’ll all testify to seeing that.” “THEN WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE GOING TO DO? I’M TOO PRETTY TO GO TO JAIL!” Shawn cries. “Firstly, your not that pretty, and secondly, we?...

...Everyday I’ve tried to stop what I started! Everyday I’ve tried to find a new way to rid my life of you, to get some semblance back into my life, to get my life back! But every time I keep coming back to the same answer, back the same result...