Her cap was pinned to her wavy black hair on a slant. Her crimson graduation robes billowed open in the breeze, revealing a knee-length lacy black dress and matching black pumps—demure enough for the school event, edgy enough to show she was eighteen and ready to take on the world.
“One more picture, sweetheart!”
“Dad!” She groaned and rolled her eyes at the smartphone clasped in her father’s hands. “You’re going to make me miss my own graduation!” Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Pink Cotton Candy”
Gianna snapped open her easel and balanced it on the smooth boulder. Unpacking her canvas and her various charcoal supplies, she soaked in the warmth of the sunlight seeping through the trees and the chirping of the birds beyond.
Her hand poised over the blank paper, she exhaled a deep breath and began to draw. Gentle charcoal strokes brought to life the memory she dreamt of every night for the last three years, a memory that was more wishful thinking than truth, but felt as real as any piece of her past. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] The Memory”
Rose Granger-Weasley hopped out of the cable car with ease, a sharp contrast to her companion, who peered out of the door before placing a tentative foot on the steps. Rolling her eyes, she yanked on her companion’s elbow. “You’re holding up the line, Scorpius!”
“How do the muggles travel this way? Apparating would be much easier.”
“Right, because suddenly teleporting onto the middle of the Golden Gate Bridge isn’t going to create mass hysteria or anything.”
“Not on the bridge, but we could have apparated near it. Behind a tree or something.” Continue reading “[Harry Potter Fanfic] The Golden Gate Bridge”
She set down her backpack and stepped gingerly onto the rocks in the middle of the river. The current was gentle here, so it was as good a place as any to rest. Stretching out her skinny legs, she splashed her parched face with the cool refreshing water. They said she was crazy to think of running away.
“You got 434 acres of countryside that way and a highway that extends five miles the other way before you reach another house. Where you gonna go, girlie?” Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] A Dangerous Combination”
The woman looped the necklace around her neck, wincing as the cold pearls touched her skin. The blue sapphire pendant glowed just as coldly. It was time.
Her husband sat at the piano, dressed in his Sunday best. Next to him sat the little girl, choosing the evening’s song. She had their daughter’s sunny curls and voice like wind-chimes, but she was not their daughter.
“Let’s play Satie’s Gymnopedies today,” the little girl said. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Live To Play Another Day”
“Hugo Granger-Weasley, you march straight to your room! You are grounded until I say otherwise!” Hermione Granger pointed a finger up the stairs as her son trudged up each step.
“Oi, what’s the commotion?” Ron Weasley popped his head out from the kitchen, taking a bite of his freshly-made tuna sandwich.
“Your son—” Hermione swung around and jabbed her finger in her husband’s direction instead. “And your nephew, Fred II, thought it would be hilarious to bewitch a car and make it fly! Only the spell’s backfired and sent the car God-knows-where—are you laughing? Ronald!” Continue reading “[Harry Potter Fanfic] Like Fathers, Like Sons”
Her little fingers pressed each key carefully. “Daddy, when is mommy coming home? I want her to hear me play.”
Her voice was as melodious as the simple nursery rhyme she was practicing on the piano. “Not for a long time, sweetheart, but Daddy’s listening. ‘Mary Had A Little Lamb’, right?”
“It’s mommy’s favorite.” She paused at the off-key note. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] A Different Planet”
“Damn it.” The grape bounced off the rim of the glass and rolled towards his companion.
“Failed attempt number 541, but hey, lucky number 542, right?”
“Shut up. Just pass it to me.”
Turning her gaze to the grape, his companion willed it to somersault through the air, before landing in a soft plop on the table in front of him. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] The Belly-flopping Grape”
Spencer’s hand knocked against mine, again, as we strolled down the glittering street.
“Did you know, in the colonial era, streetlights were lit by candles inside glass vessels? Can you imagine what the colonials would think if they saw the streetlights today?” He pointed above to the row of fluorescent angels that adorned the path. Continue reading “[Criminal Minds Fanfic] Did You Know?”
What happens when a beat-up old truck runs over a giant plastic heart?
“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” He struggled with the red door of his truck, cursing its rusted hinges.
“I’m okay! But my heart’s broken.” Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Collide”
“Let’s go into the creepy glowing room, you said.” She grabbed a handful of the green translucent wires hanging from the ceiling and tossed them behind her shoulder, smacking him in the face.
“Agh-!” He rubbed his sore cheek. “Those wires actually hurt, you know.”
Chuckling, he slipped his fingers through hers and took off in a run. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Starlight”
Spring cleaning had a tendency to unearth past lives she spent years forgetting. Staring at the raggedy shoebox, she felt the lock on the memories turning in her mind.
She picked up the London postcard with the bright red double decker bus. She didn’t have to turn it over to remember what was written on the other side. Before the memories of riding through the city with his hand in hers could escape the lock in her mind, she pushed the postcard aside. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Return To Sender”
Her feet were dangling over the side of the bridge, tapping the sturdy bricks to a tune only she could hear. An intricate braid hung down her back, strands of black interwoven with lilac. She wore a lavender dress with lacy hems that flowed to her knees and accentuated the color in her hair.
She was a violet vision and I couldn’t look away. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Almost Lovers”