Daily Flash Fiction Entries (Book)

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Kiya is a young woman with many interests. She's got a degree in Computer Science and Registered Nursing.

She's an avid reader and considers Stephen King one of her favorite authors.

She's also been known to pen one or two stories here and there, and as a proud moderator of Writing.Com, she invites you to check out her portfolio (and even better, to sign up today!).

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Daily Flash Fiction Entries

Since I tend to write a lot of flash fiction, I will keep all my 'old' flash entries in here, making room for new ones on the main forum. Hope you enjoy some of my golden oldies!

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#1096882

The Last Gift

September 7, 2025 at 5:11pm

Amelia slumped on the sofa; the last trickles of laughter fading with the close of the front door as the last guests said their good byes. 2.15am – and she was pleasantly exhausted. The party had turned out great despite her trepidation that only a handful of people would show up. To be fair, she barely recognized half the folks that had showed up, but what the hell, there had been good food, drinks, the music was awesome, and she must have danced with every single person in the r... [Read more]

#1096782

The Final Act

September 6, 2025 at 9:12am

The ooohs and aaahs from the children—and their parents—filled Anna’s chest with pride. The magic show was a hit. Considering how much he charged for his services—and how difficult it was to even book him, given his elite reputation—it was easy to see why he was worth the trouble. However, there was something otherworldly about him. Maybe it was his tall, lanky frame, his drooping features, or the clammy pallor of his skin. She remembered the chill of his handshake.... [Read more]

#1096721

The Golden Ticket

September 5, 2025 at 3:33pm

Anthony Birkins did not believe in miracles. Still, he clutched the raffle ticket and squeezed his eyes shut, the rattling drone of balls in the drum nearly driving him mad with impatience. It was his 55th birthday. Surely, for once, something good should happen. I know I’ve not exactly been in your good books lately, Jesus, he prayed. But if I win this money, I swear I’ll donate half… well, maybe not half. A quarter? I’ll do it this— “Numbers 25, 37, 16, 42… an... [Read more]

#1094246

A Letter to Miranda

July 28, 2025 at 6:09am

My dearest Miranda, Please don’t be surprised to receive this by post—letter writing is sadly becoming a lost art. But what I have to say simply cannot be conveyed through a text message. It deserves more care, more thought, and more heart. Miranda, I am in love with you. Truly, I never saw it coming. To fall in love at my age seems almost absurd, but what can I say? The heart wants what it wants. Perhaps it happened the moment I saw you enter the clinic. Mayb... [Read more]

#1094186

Love Still Burns

July 28, 2025 at 5:35am

Mallory Sheen stared at the photo tucked inside her wallet, a wistful expression softening her features. How young they’d looked—him in dorky glasses, wearing a hideous pistachio-coloured, frilly tux. And her? Just as awkward in a borrowed wedding dress; her blonde hair so shellacked with hairspray it was a miracle nothing had caught fire. Suddenly, Annie, her co-worker, peered over her counter. There was a flicker of panic in her voice. “Phone call for you. I think I heard si... [Read more]

#1093407

Grandma's Dream

July 14, 2025 at 1:56pm

Making herself comfortable on the porch, Anna adjusted the knob and antenna on her transistor radio until her favourite station came on. It was going to be another hot Saturday, and as the band, Earth, Wind and Fire reminded everyone to join them in Boogie Wonderland, she lay back, closed her eyes, and allowed the sun’s rays to soak into her brown flesh. The door opened behind her. She didn’t lift her lashes. “Good grief, Anna,” came the familiar complaint. “You’re p... [Read more]

#1091287

A Day in the Life

June 12, 2025 at 4:52am

A spider carves a path down my bedroom wall. I watch in fascination, knowing I ought to get rid of it, but the motivation is simply not there today. On television, war games continue in earnest. Some place being bombed, while their leaders laugh as they flaunt another feather in their proverbial hats. I wonder if we ought to send them into the war zone. Maybe if they get a taste of how gruesome the entire affair is, they won’t be so quick to send young men and women to their... [Read more]

#1090832

Revolution

June 5, 2025 at 10:14pm

She limped with a grimace; a hand clutching her aching ribs, while the other held onto the tattered remains of a placard that once read ‘Make Peace. Not War.’ Exhausted, she slumped to the curb and leaned against the lamp post. She barely flinched at the pieces of glass that crunched beneath her; a grim reminder of the results from angry bullets launched during the skirmish. The night air was thick with the smell of blood and smoke; fires from targeted buildings still blaz... [Read more]

#1067775

A Final Decision

April 6, 2024 at 4:40am

Jakob adjusts the cursed armband and takes a shuffling step forward. His stomach growls with hunger; his bones and teeth rattling with the biting cold. The rain has not ceased its incessant tears since yesterday, and the roads are now a sloosh of mud, vomit, and blood. “Kowalski!” comes the commanding bark. “Here, sir,” he responds and steps out of the line. He keeps his head lowered until the hard and painful nudge of the leather whip beneath his chin forces him to look in... [Read more]

#472455

Detour

December 1, 2006 at 7:49pm