Flash Fiction

Birthday Girl by Hannah Storm

[TW: This flash deals with an emotive topic.] It’s Anna’s 10th birthday. She wakes to the sound of nothing, slips her feet from the bottom bunk, careful not to stand on the empty wrappers scattered across the floor by Joey. He’s her Dad’s housemate, and sleeps here when Anna doesn’t. It’s bad enough that he leaves …

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The Ditch by Gaynor Jones

‘Remember when I hung you upside down by your legs here?’ The boy stands with his hands on his hips, all bravado, surveying the scene of his triumph, unaware that Carys could have righted herself at any time. If she had chosen to. It was the Easter hunt last spring. This boy and his friends …

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Ghosts by Jo Withers

They stand naked. Each slender girl topped by a head of ebony hair like rows of burnt-out matches. The older women bind their bodies, work knotted knuckles swiftly through fine fabric. The girls stand unflinching while waists are corseted, hips are boned, then plunged deep in kimono silk. Black hair is wound, looped in nooses …

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On the Filthy Side by Sarah Leavesley

“Nobody loves a pig wearing lipstick,” Bessie grunted to Clara as they snouted through their trough’s scraps. Clara gobbled a turnip-top before replying, “At least lipstick doesn’t make my arse look big!”“I can’t help my body shape!” Bessie stomped a trotter. “Besides, all the wildest boars prefer a little fat around the rump and ribs.” …

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Skinny Joe by Abi Hennig

Staring from the photograph, he almost winked: Skinny Joe, cross-legged in the front row, squinting up at the flash – Joe of the razor-sharp one-liners and the dirty jokes; Joe who taught us how to inhale cigarette smoke and hold it in our puffed-out cheeks without coughing once; Skinny Joe who showed me how to …

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Sundays by Amber Denwood

It wasn’t comfortable. The sharp, jagged edges of the rocks dug thick, red welts into our thighs, and with every crashing wave, an ice-cold whip of wind snapped at our legs. It was beautiful though. The heavens had opened. Rain fell thick and fast into the rough sea below. Huge, heavy droplets making the journey from above, …

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The New Norman by David Cook

Norman and Claire had argued on the way to the hospital and she’d ostracised him to an uncomfortable chair outside the delivery room. ‘Don’t you know the pain I’m in?!’ Claire had screeched as he tried to negotiate the A26 around Tunbridge Wells. ‘And you pick now to make that bloody stupid suggestion? No, Norman, …

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