The idea of flash fiction is to tell a complete story in 500 words. Some flash contests allow up to 1000 words, while uther super short flash is 250 or less. We would love for our readers to make contributions for our flash fest. Simply send your submission to: email@example.com, with flash submission in the subject line. YOu can use a picture prompt if you like. If so please include the picture in your submission.
NOw, for a sample of flash fiction, here's Raymond's flash piece. This was originaly posted at Bruce Blake's blog during a virtual blog tour.
Kathy stood upon the beach, smiling up at the tree. It looked so strange there, set in such a precarious position over the hollow in the cliff wall. Anyone walking along this stretch of beach would think it was going to fall over and be swept into the ocean.
Kathy knew better.
Nate was a co-worker who pestered the hell out of her. He wouldn’t leave her alone. He asked her out a couple of times, and the answer was always the same—“No.” No way was she interested in him.
But that didn’t keep him from being a pain in her ass. Some people would call it stalking; Nate called it being “persistent.” She was about to go to the police when . . . she was doing her morning run. Nate was waiting. Nate tried to talk, and Kathy was having none of it. He punched her, almost knocking her out, and while she was down—
He laughed about it afterward, telling her, as he zipped up, that he was “spreading his seed.” Kathy saw the smug, sociopathic look on his face, and instantly knew what she was going to do.
“You didn’t get me pregnant,” she said, looking up at the tree. “A hell of a case of Chlamydia, though; gawd knows who else you’ve been with—or raped.” Kathy smiled, but it was far from a humorous smile. “Now you get to keep spreading your seed—though not in the way you’d probably expected.
“As for me, I could have gotten in trouble with transforming you. Maybe I did . . . my girlfriend is pregnant with triplets. Like they say: what you send out, comes back to you three-fold.” This time her smile was much warmer. “When the girls are born, I’ll make sure we come here so you can see . . .”