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A Natural End


I sat opposite her, an uncomfortable silence hung in the air between us; like we were strangers unsure of what to talk about. I didn’t feel the need or urge to tell her anything. Everything we’d usually talk about just didn’t seem of importance – we didn’t want to talk anymore.

We fiddled with our phones, looked at our watches – not taking in the time at all – and looked around at the other people. We used to come to this bar all of the time, but now we didn’t recognise anybody. They were all strangers now, just like she was to me.

Several years and I didn’t feel anything for her anymore. All of the memories felt dull and repetitive. I didn’t want to be with her now, and I could tell she felt the same way. There’s no point holding onto a relationship that doesn’t bring you joy right? No point clinging to somebody who makes things feel like a chore rather than a pleasure. This relationship only survived out of a sense of duty to each other I guess; to somebody who has been in my life for so long.

It’s not like we hate each other; no argument, no bad feelings. We’ve just… run our course.

It happens to everyone. You just grow apart, develop different interests, evolve as a person. No matter how big of a part they play in your life, you can’t always be the same, or change in the same way. That’s just the way it is I thought.

I needed to end the silence that hung between us.

“I know we’ve known each other since school; been through a lot together… but do you think it’s time to admit that our friendship is over now?”


[292 words]

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Cheer Up Love

“Cheer up love; can’t be that bad.”

Snapping out of her daze and stopping in her tracks, Lola looked around for the voice that was obviously talking to her.

“Excuse me?” she said, spotting two men in hi-vis jackets, sitting in their van at the side of the road.

“Cheer up” one of the men repeated.

The phrase echoed in Lola’s mind. Amongst the feelings of loss, heartbreak and anxiety, a new emotion began to grow inside her.

Every emotion she had been feeling were now under attack, now building up to defend themselves; to show themselves as anger.

She moved closer to the van.

“Excuse me, but what business of yours is it that you feel the need to tell me what to do? You have absolutely no idea of what I am going through and I am perfectly within my rights to look miserable if I want to; there is no law against it you know. Just because your life is obviously hunky dory, it doesn’t mean that everybody else’s is. It is so ignorant of you to tell complete strangers to cheer up. I will do so in my own time thank you very much, when the initial wave of my miserableness has receded enough for me to find happiness in the things I am doing once more. I just hope that when something in your life causes you misery and anguish, that there will be no jerk around, thinking he’s a big man in a big van telling you to cheer the fuck up. What did you think was going to happen when you uttered those words at me? That I would just forget my present emotional traumas and say “Yes. Yes man in a van, I’ll cheer up just because you told me so; the upheaval and distress currently in my life actually isn’t that bad”? Well it feels that bad to me, so excuse me if my face is a reflection of that, rather than an attempt to look happy for the satisfaction of complete strangers I care nothing about, and who clearly have a happy and idyllic life and feel the need to tell others what to do!”

Lola’s stream of anger-fuelled words came to a stop. She looked at the two men, feeling drained but relieved at her own outburst, their faces were pale, shocked by the tirade she had just unleashed upon them. They didn’t have a response for her. She stood staring at them, expecting an apology to come, but it didn’t. Something had changed in these men. Lola stepped closer to the van again, studying their frozen faces when suddenly a spark came from the ears of both men, and their faces began to melt. Skin oozed downwards; eyes gave way to noses; noses to mouths; morphing into gelatinous material until there were two men with no heads at all.

Lola raised her eyebrows at them, knowing she had won this little battle of life, and turned to walk away.

 walking away

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The Boy Who Swallowed a Bubble

I got the idea for this drabble (a 100 word story) from witnessing a little boy eating bubbles. It’s a simple idea and just something a little silly to share.

Once upon a time there was a boy named Gus.

One day, his mother took him to a birthday party.

There was a clown blowing huge humongous bubbles, the kind that lift and sweep you off your feet.

Gus was running around, playing with friends. Laughter and happy screams filled the air. Until Gus swallowed a bubble.

He stopped, shocked and unmoving. Everybody gathered around, wondering what would happen

With bated breath they watched.

Gus Hiccupped.

He began to grow. To balloon out in every direction, whilst all anyone could do was watch.

He grew and grew.

Until he burst.

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The Girl in the Green Tshirt

The idea for this story came about whilst thinking about break-ups and how people dread running into their exes. I thought it was a decent idea and makes for a really good piece of flash fiction. I hope you enjoy it too.
SK …

The memory of her haunts me. I always regretted what I did to her; she didn’t deserve it. I was a selfish coward and it caused her pain. Friends tell me she has moved on, that she forgives me, but I don’t think I can forgive myself. I know deep down it still hurts her to think of me; I know her better than they do.

My soul becomes heavy whenever I think of her; my heart always stops whenever I think I see her; sometimes it’s just someone who looks similar, but occasionally, I swear it is her. The guys think I am going mad but it is definitely her. I only ever see her for a brief moment and always in a pale green t-shirt and skin tight jeans; a ghost haunting me. I have to keep reminding myself that she’s not dead, she can’t be a ghost.

Maybe my mind is just playing tricks on itself, a sign of my guilty conscience wishing it could turn back the hands of time. It’s true what they say, you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone. And I made her go; a single moment of weakness that completely changed our lives. I broke her, and I can’t forgive myself.

I picture her everywhere I go, tormented by what I did. I can forget sometimes, allowing myself to relax and enjoy myself a little but then I think I see her, pale green t-shirt and skin tight jeans, shimmying across the pub, or across the street and out of sight, breaking the calm that had briefly settled over me. Sometimes it’s like this phantom of my imagination is mocking me, looking over her shoulder and smirking at me, a glint of evil in her hazel eyes.

I’ve heard that she has moved on with her life, that I need to move on too; but how can I? Everywhere I go I’m reminded of her, even think I see her. Maybe I am going mad. Maybe I am destined to be tormented for the rest of my life as punishment for what I did.

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It was just a coincidence that the first few times I saw him after our awful break up I was wearing pretty much the same outfit. Whilst part of me had wanted him to see me in something sexier to make him realise what he was missing, I did find it humorous that I was wearing the same outfit like ghosts seem to do in the movies. This gave me the idea of pretending to haunt him. I knew where he lived, where he worked, and where he went out with his buddies. All I had to do was walk on by.

It wasn’t much of a plan but I wanted to mess with his head a little, have some fun of my own after what he did to me.

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The idea for this 125 word piece of flash fiction came to me when I was wondering round the Eden Project in Cornwall. It is more a snapshot of a life than a complete story in terms of a beginning, a middle and an end, but I like it and wanted to share it. SK…

I saw my chance and I took it. No stalling, no second guessing; I just went. I ran away.

I didn’t bother to look back; I had no care for those I had left behind. All I could see was the open road that lay before me. Brand new adventures, brand new discoveries waiting just for me. Freedom.

One foot in front of the other; step by step I went my own way. I instantly felt happier, enjoying my first real taste of freedom, when out of nowhere, I saw these hands appear at my sides. They grabbed at me, lifting me off my feet. That feeling of complete freedom vanished as I was pulled into my daddy’s arms:

“We’re not going that way Sweetie.”

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The Village Mob

Wow. Can’t quite believe it has been so long since I last posted a piece of flash fiction. I don’t have any excuses really… just life and a lack of great ideas. This new story though was inspired by people who interfere in other people’s lives, who make assumptions and judge before getting to know the real facts. I’ve really tried to create an old style fairy-tale with the imagery used. I hope you enjoy it. SK.

The mob of villagers chased her down. Pitchforks and burning torches were thrust dramatically into the rainy sky like trophies as they followed her, after her blood.

With her heart pounding out of her chest, her legs weak with fear she ran. They chased her, followed her, as she ran beyond the village, and through the rotting undergrowth of the woodland floor. Weaving her way through, she hoped they would trip over roots, be caught amongst the branches, and fall over each other, injuring themselves with their own makeshift weapons.

She ignored the tearing of her dress and skin on the thick bramble, using all her energy and adrenaline to keep moving forward. She had no idea where she was going, hoping that the villagers would tire and give up before she did.

As she advanced deeper into the woods, she lost her balance several times trying to navigate through the darkness; eventually catching her foot and falling to the ground.

Her ankle had twisted; she tried to get back up but couldn’t bear weight on it, falling to the ground again. The orange glow of burning torches grew bigger, faded chants became stronger. She remained on the ground, the rain becoming heavier, stinging her skin, as she awaited her fate.

If she had known that dating the local nice guy would end up like this, she wouldn’t have agreed to go out with him. She knew how into each other’s businesses the entire village were, but didn’t think that splitting up with him would bring so much trouble.

“There she is!” someone shouted. And within seconds, she was surrounded.
Unmoving, she remained where she was, looking up to the canopy above, rain still falling.

“How could you dump him?”

“He’s such a nice guy!”

“You were using him weren’t you?”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” she sat up to defend herself. “Yes, I dumped him. But not because I’m just that mean. I dumped him, because he cheated on me! God, where do you get this information? You just make assumptions don’t you? You listen to idle gossip and never care for getting the real facts; never believing that the local “nice guy” could ever do such a thing.”

The villagers were silent, stunned by her outburst, stunned by the truth. The local nice guy wasn’t that nice after all.

They helped her to her feet, and started back toward the village; using pitchforks as walking aides and remaining in relative silence, they let the events of that night wash away.

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An Affair Not to Remember

Can’t believe it’s been quite so long since my last piece of flash fiction was posted! Time flies when you’re looking for a proper job… definately didn’t have the time to keep up with the 365 project. I will try to write and post more pieces on a regular basis. Today’s flash fiction is about relationships and how you can never really know somebody. Happy Reading…

His heart stopped as he walked into the bar and saw her sitting there waiting for him. Adrenaline pumped through his body, making his stomach twist in knots and making his knees go weak. Dave couldn’t think of anyone more stunning than she was and although he hadn’t known her long, he knew he was falling madly in love with this beautiful creature.

She flashed him a smile as he made his way to the bar; and having already memorised her favourite drink he waited to be served, not taking his eyes off her at all. The guilt he felt as he left his house, and his fiancée for the supposed “boy’s night out” had completely melted away at the sight of her. He justified himself, thinking about how unhappy he was with the woman he was supposed to be marrying, and how he never intended on meeting someone new, let alone falling for her.

“You look gorgeous Skye” he uttered, sitting down next to her with their drinks.

She smiled awkwardly, not quite believing him. “Where does Sarah think you are?”

Skye knew all about his fiancée, but she didn’t seem put off by it at all. It just wasn’t an issue; Dave was falling for Skye, and he was pretty sure that she was falling for him too, and sometimes you just can’t help who you fall in love with.

They conversed, joked and flirted, getting to know each other better. For the first time in a very long time Dave felt truly relaxed and content. When the conversation came to a comfortable silence, he leaned in slowly, placing a hand on her neck, just behind the ear; Skye leaned in too, melting into him and their lips met for their very first kiss.

Dave had tried to fight his growing feelings for Skye and resist all temptation but he couldn’t help himself anymore; he just had to kiss her. And in that moment Dave knew what he had to do. He had to be completely honest with Sarah, tell her that he had fallen for this person before him. Even if he couldn’t be with Skye in the long term, he knew that he couldn’t be with Sarah anymore; he was just staying with her because he felt he had to, not because he wanted to and that wasn’t fair on him or her. Something had to change.

“I’m going to leave her” he stated,

Skye’s eyes grew bigger at this declaration, “For me?” she asked,

“It’s something I need to do. You in my life would just be a bonus”

Skye looked a little anxious and scared about this development; Dave knew it was way too soon to be talking of a future together. This thing with Skye was new and exciting; he didn’t want to rush anything to later find he had made a mistake just like he had done with Sarah. Once upon a time he had the same feelings for Sarah that he now felt for Skye, but things changed.

He sat looking at Skye, who was looking at him, their arms overlapping on the backs of their chairs, his other hand on her knee; he was so in love with this moment that he didn’t want it to be over, he didn’t want to leave to tell Sarah it was over, that it had been for years, that he only stayed because he felt obligated to. He didn’t want that conversation but he had to. And he was going to have that conversation sooner than he thought.

Dave had got up to get more drinks for himself and Skye. He managed to tear his eyes away from Skye long enough to order but when he looked back towards her, the little bubble he had been in, spending time with this girl he thought was so perfect, was about to burst; the ticking time bomb on his relationship with Sarah was about to explode with possibly catastrophic results. There, sitting with Skye, the object of his affections was Sarah, his unloved fiancée. Not only that, but Sarah was handing an envelope to Skye.

Forgetting the drinks, he slowly managed to walk back to the table, supressing his adrenaline fuelled want to run.

“What’s going on here?”

“erm… I’ll leave you guys to it” Skye uttered, grabbing her bag and getting up to leave

Dave could feel his heart breaking as she walked away, confused at what had just transpired between Skye and Sarah.

“Did you just pay her to leave me alone?” demanded Dave

“No Dave. I just paid her for the service she provided me” Sarah replied “She is what is known as a honey trap”

Dave turned to see Skye as she walked through the door. She was looking at him woefully as realisation set in before turning to walk out of his life.


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