Highly Commended in the TSS Flash Fiction 400 Competition (summer)
Plump is good, they said and opened the box. A single Aylesbury.
I never know what moth...
Highly Commended in the autumn TSS Flash Fiction 400 competition
Say in court I'm a dragonfly and they ask what were you wearing on the night of? Then I coul...
Highly Commended in the autumn TSS Flash Fiction 400 competition
It was Marilyn Manson.
It was the Middle School girls who had been his friends right up u...
1st Place in the spring TSS Flash Fiction 400 competition
When I kill a man rainbow moonbeams flash out of my skull.
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Game Over. The End.
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We’ve al...
2nd Place in the spring TSS Flash Fiction 400 competition
Gallagher waddles up the drive, his crumpled blackened body like a sack of coal. The whinnying hors...
3rd Place in the spring 2018 TSS Flash 400 Competition
My father comes from fire. At night I can hear his steam, twisting his irises into candlewicks. My mot...
Highly Commended in the spring TSS Flash 400 Competition
That rainy Christmas Henry's father put down Athena, their old German shepherd. A long-limbed man wi...
Highly Commended in the spring 2018 TSS Flash 400 Competition
It's like when I used to take Sunday drives with my parents. The car was going to crash and we ...
