For our summer flash fiction, I submit this 952 word short story. In the Sweltering Dark by Linda Robertson Abigail roused to t...

It's summer time. Hideous, horrible, sweat everywhere and on every thing summer. When the sun is too bright and more than five minutes...

Here's my flash fiction: He lived. And because he's still around to adore when we seriously believed the old dude with...

Spring has sprung, the grass is riz I wonder where the dragons is? No snow to mark their prints No ice to frost their flames How are we ...

     Fire painted the stone walls of the throne room red. Corva Frostmache stood before her mother's throne, surrounded armed men. Dorte...

Its Cold Outside The days had darkened and the frozen flakes had fallen. The rain came, creating a mist as it threatened to wash away the...

Seven inches. There should have been a minimum of seven inches of fresh snow on the ground. Those seven inches should have been layered atop...

"Santa Claus is coming to town." "Uh huh." "Santa Claus is coming to town." "Don't know how it...

He could hear them. Their rages. Their threats. Their tantrums and tirades. The words flowed down sewers and rattled under bridges. They cli...

At the Summer Solstice, we retreat. The days too long. The sun too painful. Everything is too bright. Colors. People. Sky. Everything is ...

 For my cover translation flash fiction, I have the great good fortune of pulling Veronica Scott's cover for LADY OF THE STAR WIND  ...

FATAL CIRCLE -- Flash Fiction based solely on the cover of Linda Robertson's Urban Fantasy. Keys. The keys were upstairs on the dr...

We're playing a game this week at the SFF Seven, writing flash fiction inspired by a book cover belonging to the writer who posts on t...