Short Stories

I remember being restless at your age. I remember looking out at the world and thinking there had to be more out there, more to it all. I had to find it, whatever it was, and find my place in all of it.

The pamphlet stared at him. There was something about it that called him. Something about it that could possibly lead to an exit of this shitty life he’d build for himself. 

Serangga – Your Escape! its ink screamed back at him. 

My escape, Marc thought…

The idea of Flash Fiction has always been a bit intriguing to me. How does one convey a story in as few words as possible? It’s an interesting challenge, and I wanted to give it a shot.

Maximilian remembered how his life had been all those years ago. It wasn’t a perfect life by any means, but it was good. He had a loving wife, a fulfilling job, and two wonderful – if sometimes a bit energetic – kids. He even had a small house surrounded by a white picket fence. It would be the closest he would ever get to the American Dream.

Bart has one task for today: to get out of the house and take a walk. There’s only one problem – his mind is holding him back. Every second spent sitting on his couch is a second of failure. Bart needs to confront his demons, or risk becoming a permanent prisoner in his own home.