New 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 CodairContinue reading “New Micro Fiction: Padded Walls”

Micro 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, intoContinue reading “Micro Fiction: The Importance of a Clean Windshield”

Micro 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 aContinue reading “Micro Fiction: Mr. Meowsker’s Bright Idea”

Dystopian Gardens / Micro-Fiction:Lying in the Dirt

I’ve noticed that whenever a writing prompt leads me to some kind of dystopian or post-apocalyptic story, there is always nature or garden imagery. It happened with the prompt that inspired me to a story that grew into “Necromantic Buzz.” It happened with a piece of flash fiction that was published in Burning Waters Magazine,Continue reading “Dystopian Gardens / Micro-Fiction:Lying in the Dirt”

A 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 backContinue reading “A win on Cracked Flash with “Survival 101””

Micro Fiction: Bullet Hole in a Yellow Window

Bullet Hole in a Yellow Window By Sara Codair Congealed sugar crystals. Bubbles captured in amber. Spider webs waiting to trap unsuspecting flies. A perfectly round path to another world where your blood isn’t splattered all over the sofa, sinking into the deepest part of the cushion staining pure white stuffing red. In that otherContinue reading “Micro Fiction: Bullet Hole in a Yellow Window”

Micro Fiction: Garden Wars

This piece of micro fiction has been hiding in various files on my hard drive, but I have finally wrangled it onto the internet were it can be seen by more than just lonly gigabytes. Garden Wars By  Sara Codair The garden is city for faeries so small they’re invisible to the naked eye. Scientist wouldContinue reading “Micro Fiction: Garden Wars”

If I Could Trap Time in a Bubble

I wrote this piece for 100 Word Story’s monthly photo challenge. It didn’t win, but I still like it. If I Could Trap Time in a Bubble By Sara Codair I never appreciated what I had then: A bed to sleep in. Green grass to cool my heels. Food in the pantry, a stove toContinue reading “If I Could Trap Time in a Bubble”

Micro Fiction: The Lament of Mr. Whiskers

The Lament of Mr. Whiskers  by Sara Codair “I think I preferred your old hobby,” said Mr. Whiskers. With his sleek, black fur and yellow eyes, he looked like a mini-panther. His human rubbed his head and scratched under his chin until he purred. “You’re such a handsome boy,” said the human. “I appreciate theContinue reading “Micro Fiction: The Lament of Mr. Whiskers”

Flash Fiction: At Last

The following piece of flash fiction was originally published on Cracked Flash and was the runner up for their week 44 competition. I made some revisions based on the feedback I received from the judges. At Last By Sara Codair The sword fell out of Lenora’s hand. It was over. After years of slaving awayContinue reading “Flash Fiction: At Last”