Flash Fiction

Flash Fiction: Ghosts

100-words-or-less pieces about ghosts for Farrago 2019 Edition 5.

6 August 2019
Flash Fiction: Periods

100-words-or-less pieces about periods for Farrago 2019 Edition 4.

20 June 2019
Flash Fiction: Dating Apps

100-words-or-less pieces about dating apps for Farrago 2019 Edition 3.

7 May 2019
Flash Fiction: Goats

100-words-or-less pieces about Goats for Farrago 2019 Edition 2.

3 April 2019
Flash Fiction: Breakfast Television

100-words-or-less pieces about Breakfast Television for Farrago 2019 Edition 1.

5 March 2019
Flash Fiction Eight: Endings.

This story ends with a girl whose hair is too long for her liking. Seven new songs, unwashed swimmers, and a pair of luggage tags for the flight home tomorrow. She has a lump in her throat that’s been there for two months. Everything’s tasted bitter since September.

24 October 2018
Flash Fiction Seven: Galaxies and Outer Space

Close your eyes and accept the tug. Crunch the numbers and you’ll be safe. But the tangible dangers of collision aren’t what I distrust. It is the stasis of what it lacks that makes me uneasy. It will always be an eerie pull that I can only see in my messy calculations, only existing inside my head.

25 September 2018
Flash Fiction Six: Puzzles, Riddles and Limericks


15 August 2018
Flash Fiction Five: Ecological Apocalypse

He felt them inside his hands and legs, inside his chest, even inside his face. He saw them too, sometimes. Nobody else did. Only him. The miniscule worm-like parasites which had taken his body as their new home. He would never have noticed them had it not been for the unbearable itching. They slipped out of his skin to peak into the atmosphere, he felt them crawling on his skin. It would start itching. Nobody would believe him, even when he grabbed one of them and pulled it out (and caused a wound which had still not healed). Every test he underwent, told him he was normal, with nothing wrong with him. It would still itch.

17 July 2018
Flash Fiction Four: Fantasy and Fables

Long ago, Snow White’s ancestors invaded a beautiful, sunny land. There she lived in the Queen’s care. The Queen asked her magic mirror, “Who is the fairest in the land?”

It replied, “If you mean fair as in pale, it’s Snow White. But don’t hold yourself to the beauty standards of your oppressors. Love yourself.”

21 May 2018
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