flash fiction
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Pip: Born To Write — where flash fiction, craft confessions, and strong opinions about parking all coexist peacefully. Mara: Chris Chonos has been busy this week. We're covering original fiction, writing process, reader opinions on books and heroes, and a little local exploration. Let's start with the stories — Silas is back, and he's not…
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“Excuse me, did you drop this?” Maggie turned around and saw a young boy with shaggy brown hair holding her ribbon in his hands. She walked back towards him and said, “Thank you, young man.” She ran her hands through his hair. She felt a shiver going down her spine and felt the familiar warm…
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The bits and pieces continue with Silas arriving in Fort Williams Canada. He is a young man starting his adventure. The railway station was packed with men working on the continuing expansion to the western plains of Canada. A young, strong man of sixteen jumped off the train as it pulled up to the station.…
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Another adventure of Silas. His world is changing and leading to new adventures. Sister Ann had been sick for several months, and Silas was at her bedside every night. He thought about how she had been his biggest cheerleader. He remembered the day she told him stories about his mother, and how she had visited…
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Pip: Born To Write — where flash fiction, life prompts, and airport complaints all share the same desk, and somehow it works. Mara: It does work, actually. Chris Chonos has been putting in the pages this week — fiction, poetry, personal reflection, and a few writing-tool experiments. We'll move through the writing practice, then the…
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This piece I wrote is about a young boy called Silas who is a dreamer and wants to see the world. I truly enjoy flash fiction and can see this as a good start to something that could be in my book. I like to write ideas out in flash fiction sometimes. It is a…
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The wind blew and the leaves swirled across the ground. The dust devils picked up loose paper as if they wanted to big brothers that tore apart people’s lives. I stood watching the events before me with wonder as if I was seeing the destruction of a small town, my town not many months earlier.…
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There is no rhyme or reason for my actions. The time just seemed to be slipping away as I curled up on the floor, curled in a ball. The fear penetrated me and caused me to shake and shiver. I looked to the floor-length mirror and could see the emptiness in my eyes. It must…
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The air was full of the aroma of amazing food. It wafted into the dining room where the eager patrons waited to be served the world-class food prepared by Chef Phillipe. He had recently moved from Paris to the small, quaint town of Neenah, Wisconsin. The small town, with its bar food, fast food, and…