Flash Fiction
Flash Fiction: Lucky Lady Robes
Note: Generally, I save fiction over 500 words for paying markets, but every once and a while, I write an odd story like this that just doesn’t fit in most markets. Lucky Lady Robes By Sara Codair In-home sales and independent consultant programs had been around forever, but none took off like Lucky Lady Robes.…
Read MoreMicro Fiction: Are We Like the Phoenix?
Are We Like the Phoenix? “This little venture of yours has got out of hand.” Gracen sat next to the ships wooden helm even though they weren’t steering. “That doesn’t mean I can stop.” Lisbeth removed her burnt goggles and brushed pieces of ash off of her leather pants. Gracen closed brown their eyes and…
Read MoreFlash Fiction:The Purrrfect Crime
Generally, when I write cat stories for Cracked Flash Fiction Competition, they don’t win. Sometimes, I write cat stories anyways. The Purrrfect Crime By Sara Codair “I taught you to pick locks and this is how you use that skill?” Grandma gaped at me, gourd-shaped eyes enlarged by her glasses. I shrugged. “Our family has…
Read MoreMicro Fiction: What Comes Out of the Ground
Here is another bit of micro fiction inspired by Cracked Flash’s weekly prompt. This one was a runner up. What Comes Out of the Ground By Sara Codair “My flesh is clothed with worms and a crust of dirt,” I said, shuddering on the doorstep. The open door loomed over me, black and peeling, like…
Read MoreNew Micro Fiction: Padded Walls
Note: As some of you know, I often participate in a weekly writing contest called “Cracked Flash Fiction Competition.” The following piece won this week. I owe this weeks judge, Ronel Janse van Vuuren, a big thank you for catching my typos and still choosing my story in spite of the,. Padded Walls By Sara Codair…
Read MoreMicro Fiction: The Importance of a Clean Windshield
The Importance of a Clean Windshield By Sara Codair “Scrape that off before you make the jump.” Dad’s voice crackled through the com. Like everything Iris’ family owned, it was utterly obsolete. He faded to static. Iris imagined him lecturing her on the dangers of bringing organic, terrestrial material, like pollen and bird shit, into…
Read MoreMicro Fiction: Mr. Meowsker’s Bright Idea
Here is a little story, inspired by a prompt from Cracked Flash, to start your week: Mr. Meowsker’s Bright Idea By Sara Codair “You’re my favorite monster,” said Annnaly, running her fingers over Gruffer’s fluffy face. Her black cat, Meowsker’s, was perched on here shoulder. He leaned forward licked the bridge of Gruffer’s nose. Gruffer made a…
Read MoreMicro Fiction: Solicitation
Here is another fun snippet of micro fiction that started with on of Cracked Flash’s prompts. This story was a runner up in the Year 2, Week 30 competition. Solicitation By Sara Codair “Like pain? Try wearing high heels,” she said slipping one nylon clad foot into a glittering stiletto. The way her long fingers danced…
Read MoreMicro Fiction: Migratory Blues
Here is another little story from Cracked Flash – this one was a runner up. Migratory Blues By Sara Codair They unfurled their wings, shifted their weight and lifted off the rotting branch. Fuz smiled as the north wind hit their face. It was damp and mild, a sure sign spring had arrived in mid-regions.…
Read MoreA win on Cracked Flash with “Survival 101”
Cracked Flash’s writing prompts have been part of my weekly writing routine on and off for about a year now. Over the summer, I had stopped writing for them because I was judging. They had a brief hiatus in the fall. When they started up, it took me a few weeks to work in back…
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