Howls echoed through the woods and the mountainside. They have picked up my tracks. Maybe fire kept them at bay, till sunrise. That was what I needed. Time and light. Icy gusts tore at the firs around me. Trees crack and snap in the dark of midnight. Something enormous moved down the slope. Sunlight would save me. Eventually. Continue reading “They’re Coming”
“I admit, it was a kneejerk reaction,” John shivered. We were both nearly naked and dripping wet. The dive I took into the frozen lake was an accident, and John did his best to rescue me. He had a conscience after all. It was his fault that I broke in, in the first place. So he pulled me out, brought me back to the mansion. The blanket I had on my shoulders started itching. I hoped his itched as well. Continue reading “bruises”
Dirt rained from the ceiling of the dome. A deep rumble went through the cave. The Carpathians woke up. “Did you feel that?” Farnsworth couldn’t keep the scare out of his voice. Pathetic. A tiny earthquake was enough to get the man terrified. My flashlight illuminated the ancient pictograms on the basalt slab. This must be Ostra. “Let’s take some pictures, and go back!” His breath made little vapor clouds. Continue reading “Black Door”
“What’s the worst, when you collide with a parked car in summer?” She smiled and shook her golden locks as an answer. Her thumb brushed my split lip. The lack of reaction made her curious. “It’s the hot metal on your naked tights, belly and the sensitive parts,” I pulled her knees up towards me, forcing her weight into my grip on her waist. Continue reading “Fool”
“I got one,” John yelled. Buttons, Mickey and me, we threw our heads in his direction.
The rod bent, the tug on the line rippled the surface. A huge translucent fin splashed. “Mommy, is the fishman for dinner?” I nodded.
“Shhh, darling. This time, we take the wish first.”
Reflex Fiction is a quarterly international flash fiction competition for stories between 180 and 360 words. We publish one story every day as we count down to the winner of each competition.
We had a fantastic response to our Spring ’18 competition: 287 entries from eighteen different countries. We’re busy reading and judging in preparation for announcing the long-list on April 1. In the meantime, the next round of the competition is now open for entries. We’re delighted to have Sherrie Flick, series editor for Best Small Fictions 2018, acting as judge. Here are the important details:
Prizes: £1,000 / £500 / £250 (or the equivalent in your local currency)
Entry fee: £7 / $9 / €9
Deadline: May 31, 2018
Judging: June 2018
Long-list announced: July 1, 2018
Judge: Sherrie Flick
Submissions should be made via our online entry form.
Stories must be fiction, must…
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A cough ripped at my head and throat. I felt like I had razors for dinner. All was wet and dark. A grey reddish blur was all I could make out. My left hand stretched out to grab at the world. My head hurt and swam, and I shut my eyes. Fingers crossed my brows and came away sticky and warm. Continue reading “Waves”