Category: Flash Fiction

The Cookbook (This 3-minute play/story is totally about a cookbook. Just a cookbook. Nothing else. Ahem.)

April 2, 2021

Mary: My god. This soup is terrible. Joe: I followed the recipe exactly. Mary: May I see it? Joe: Of course. I love sharing recipes from the good Cookbook. Mary: Here’s your problem, Joe. It calls for 8 teaspoons of fresh cracked pepper. Obviously, it should be 1/8 tsp. Joe: There are no mistakes in … More The Cookbook (This 3-minute play/story is totally about a cookbook. Just a cookbook. Nothing else. Ahem.)

Totally Not A Fake Thing (A One-Minute Read, Or 1:33 If You Read Slow)

October 20, 2018

I can’t believe I let you talk me into this. I am powerfully persuasive, but in this instance the gentleman doth bullshit too much, methinks. Beg pardon? I said, “Let’s.” You said, “Okay.” That’s highly advanced coercion tactics, right there. Look, we don’t have to do this. Truly? You won’t mind if we don’t? Truly. … More Totally Not A Fake Thing (A One-Minute Read, Or 1:33 If You Read Slow)

Grammar Rules When Counting Monkeys (#1MinuteStory)

September 1, 2018

“Look! Monkeys!” Two quarreling boys scrambled to the glass door. There would be face prints to wipe later, but she didn’t care. As the boys scanned the trees, blessed silence baptized the tiny apartment for 5, 4, 3, 2, –. “I don’t see no damn monkeys,” snapped the younger. Her eyes sprang open, “Gunner! Language!” … More Grammar Rules When Counting Monkeys (#1MinuteStory)

PRIMARY LOVE

July 20, 2018

In Grade 5, my friends and I used to punch each other on the arm. We pulled no punches, literally. We genuinely wanted to deliver, and to receive, the hardest, most painful blows possible. Resulting bruises were both coveted and admired. Looking back, pummeling each other seems a preposterous pastime. And it was. But it … More PRIMARY LOVE

En Garde!

December 12, 2017

The two adversaries are forever fencing. The mind parry-ripostes, and gains an advantage. The heart attacks, lunging passionately and turning reason into a colander. Both are scarred, scabbed, and bleeding. Who knew so much damage could be inflicted by so many little pricks?