Tag Archives: Flash Fiction
Snow Angel – #flashfiction
“I’m going outside to make a snow angel.” Helga pulls on her boots and coils a scarf around her neck. “No! You’ll ruin it. Don’t. Everything is so pretty and white.” Outside, the snow blanket glistens with pinpricks of moonlight. Untainted by footprints, the winter garden is immaculate. “It’s going to melt, so what difference […]
Wallpaper – a creepy short story
Wallpaper Each time I walk into that room, my mind starts to splinter. I’d assumed Mrs Wainwright had dementia. Her daughter had laughed off her mother’s strange ramblings. Our paths had crossed briefly in the narrow hallway as they wheeled the old lady out the door. You, the next person moving in, need to know […]
The Quiet Writer 