Last Breath

She left him; she tore his heart right out of his chest. “I just want it over,” he thinks to himself. He wants her back, but he knows that will never happen. He cheated on her, but, sadly, he thought that he could hide it from her; however, she found out about the affair. When she confronted him about it, he lied; she got pissed and dumped him. Now, he regrets ever cheating. He looks around his 7th story apartment; he notices many choices for an egress. He picks the balcony; he jumps. During the fall, he is relieved; he’s full of joy. Then, it hits him. He fell on a car’s hood; he recognizes the color and driver. She came to see him. Her face is full of fear. She came to tell him that she loves him; with his last breath, he tells her, “I love you.”

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This shocking tragedy is a decent installment to Flash in the Pan. The word was egress; max word count was 150 words. This comes tumbling in at a jaw-dropping 149 words. Like reading flash fiction? Want to read more of it? Want to know others writing on this topic? Click on the link and blow this popsicle stand.

Kryptonite

It is his weakness; he has to stay away from it or it kills him. It’s his silver bullet for a werewolf; his garlic for a vampire; his sin for a human. It is his predator. It hunts him out every day. It is kryptonite; he is Superman. When he is near it, to causes him to regress and not be so super.

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It’s a super installment for Flash in the Pan. The word was regress; max word count was 75 words. This comes falling out of the sky with a total of 63 words. To read other super additions to Flash in the Pan, follow the link.

Thanatos

All vegetation around him rapidly decays. No one wants him; he is alone, except for those he has taken. He is a tall, mysterious figure with a dark aura around him; he wears a coal black business suit. When he visits, no one expects him. He can come around any time of the day; he doesn’t care if you’re happy or sad. He is the downfall of us all; he is death; he is Thanatos.

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An enjoyable piece to read for Flash in the Pan. The word was around; max word count was 75 words. This comes creeping in at exactly 75 words. If you enjoyed this and would like to read similar ones, follow the link and have a blast!

Flash in the Pan: Buffet

Some think it will end soon, but others think not. We currently have the advantage because the USS Constitution sunk the British Guinevere. This war started in 1812; now it’s 1814, and it’s still going on. Most people want it to end; however, when one side seems to have the advantage, the other gains to make it even again. Every day we buffet with the British; we struggle trying to stay alive.

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Another fun installment of Flash in the Pan. The word was buffet; max word count was 150 words. My word count is 70 words. I had tons of fun with this one; to check out what other authors have written, click on the link.

Flash in the Pan: Reservations

Thomas used to be very outgoing; he played a lot of sports, had many friends, and even dated the most popular girl at his school. He’s changed since that day. He went to a party with his best friend; there was alcohol and lots of it. He got flat out drunk. His friend insisted on driving home, but Thomas had no reservations. They wrecked; his friend died; he keeps all of his emotions inside.

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This is yet another installment to Flash in the Pan. The word was reservation; the max word count was 75 words. My word count is 74 words. Writing flash fiction is fun, so if you want to: a) read more of it or b) learn how to write it, then visit the link and have a blast.

Flash in the Pan: Parboiled

He screams, yet no one can hear him. He can’t move; the ties won’t budge. His body temperature is about 119 degrees Fahrenheit; however, the water below him is already boiling. He can feel his stomach and intestines start to shrink and harden. He screams even more as his skin begins to slowly peel off. Then, all light fades to darkness. When they finally find him, he is unrecognizable; he has no pulse. His liver is completely cooked; his stomach, intestines, lungs, and other organs are parboiled – except his heart. When they pulled his body out of the onyx black cauldron, there was a hole in the left side of his chest; his heart was missing. After searching very carefully, they found his heart – cut into pieces – shoved down his throat.

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This is my installment of Flash in the Pan. The word was parboiled; the maximum word count was 150 words. My word count is 130 words. To view what others are writing or to learn how to write Flash Fiction, click on the link.