Flash Fiction – Mist Glen Moon

Author Jenna Eatough's Flash Fiction Story from writing prompt: Laughter drifted from the street

Light and Laughter

Laughter and light drifted from the street. The sound fluttered over the eaves, teasing Dwayde with merriment beyond his reach. Always beyond. Twisting on his perch, Dwayde ran a hand over his aching muscles. What would it be like to join them for one night?

All Times Must End, Part 1

I hope you hadn’t thought the flash fiction story presented this morning was it for today. No! Not on the very anniversary of the flash fiction! Not on the auspicious day of 11 years of creation! All that time ago, I did not know where starting this blog would lead. I doubt I thought I would still be at it 11 years later. I just knew I was enjoying the ride.

Author Jenna Eatough's Flash Fiction Story from writing prompt: She sponged her mother's hot face

Cosmos Blooms

A wet cough sounded above, leaking through the floor like fire sand through a sieve. Raelle fled for the stairs, disregarding the vials and calibrators on the workbench. “Mama,” Raelle cried.

Author Jenna Eatough's Flash Fiction Story from writing prompt: Five years hadn't erased

Uneased Relations

“Where is that incompetent–” Myrill missed what epitaph Othid pared with incompetent. Still, the bellow was all the warning he needed. Sweeping the open tome from the stand he dumped in the chest beside the cauldron.

Author Jenna Eatough's Flash Fiction Story from writing prompt: The overpass went under the highway

Twist of Path

Examining the network of roadways, Andreena believed herself mad. The overpass went under the highway. Her mind couldn’t comprehend how. She felt like she stared at a twisted painting, looping on itself.

Author Jenna Eatough's Flash Fiction Story from writing prompt: She was still recognizable as his high school bully

The Girl with Star Fall Hair

“Do you see her?” Vale nudge Tanth.

Tanth squinted through the club’s pulsing lights. “Where?”

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…

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.

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