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Author Jenna Eatough's Flash Fiction Story from writing prompt: Burnt toast made him paranoid

Charcoal Doom

Gilbrant nearly walked out of the dining hall the moment he entered. Nose crinkling, he managed to make himself stay. The air reeked, the scent of burnt toast making him paranoid. Clearing his throat, he strode forward and seated himself at an empty end of the table.

Author Jenna Eatough's Flash Fiction Story from writing prompt: They needed time apart

Escape Lock

The portal clung to Ilan as he reluctantly stepped through. The mission had seemed enticing from the description. An alter-realm in peril, a riddle which time had been unable to unravel, and the promise of weeks spent out of base. Even months if he’d been lucky.

Author Jenna Eatough's Flash Fiction Story from writing prompt: He wanted to feel better

Curse and Counter

Wednesday has come around again, and I’m happy to present this week’s flash fiction. Vesna jumped when the staff struck stone tiles behind her. The jar rattled as she placed it on the shelf. Tucking her hands behind her back, she turned and inclined her head to Rylith. His appearance’s timing was too coincidental for…

A Matter of Perspective

The familiar can change in a moment, viewed from an angle we don’t recognize or haven’t considered. This past week, I ventured off to California to cheer on this year’s winners of Writers and Illustrators of the Future, and before the awards gala, I found myself pondering a different perspective. That of looking back. For…

On Such a Night

Darkness had taken a break for the night. Instead, the sky glowed an eerie red, trapping Grace within the cave’s confines. The closest cavern when the horns had echoed the length of the canyon.

Author Jenna Eatough's Flash Fiction Story from writing prompt: I was particularly sensible as a child

Shepherd’s Will

“I was particularly sensible as a child.” The indignation coating those words ranked among the strongest I’d heard. Serving as a shepherd for the deceased, I’d encountered more self-aggrandized individuals than I cared to recall.

Author Jenna Eatough's Flash Fiction Story from writing prompt: He kept telling himself one day

Lost Nights

Calder rode in a daze, not comprehending what Perdyn and Sorrel said around him. He knew they were speaking. Their voices pecked at his brain like gnats swarming a horse. He just could not care.

Author Jenna Eatough's Flash Fiction Story from writing prompt: She'd ruined my life

Ship Bound

Rookson paused before signing on the pad. One signature. One signature alone stood between himself and his dream. A ship, the Infinitum, would allow him to cruise the black unbeholden to a captain.

Author Jenna Eatough's Flash Fiction Story from writing prompt: They improved dramatically once the lead left

Unity’s Chord

Viden ran his hand over the crystals. The long chambers, extending from and running into the wall, hummed. “They are improved,” he remarked.

Author Jenna Eatough's Flash Fiction Story from writing prompt: All She Wanted was the answer

A Mixture of Magic and Steam

The air screamed, blasting out through the release while Anstan weighed the chain with his body. Peering through the steam’s haze, he spotted Lisindra fluttering near the dial. The dial clustered within superheated machinery. Not a lick of sense in that one. “Oy,” he cried.

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