The contest: vote for the best story

Our flash authors are writing like crazy; they never stop. So it is time for a little competition. Take some time, enjoy the reading, and vote for the one which, in your opinion, is the nicest piece of flash fiction this time.

Alone at least

“Coming to this farmhouse was a great move”, said Brad. “No one will never find us here. At least we’ll have the privacy we’ve always wanted”. After so many years being constantly watched, silence was a blessing. Just then, Angelina heard the helicopters. “We have to go, they’ve found us”. Brad was as pale as a ghost. “All of them?! We won’t have a chance!” “Come on, maybe if we leave now we can still escape”. As they approached the door, they heard the voices. “It’s too late. We’ll have to face them”. And then their wedding celebration finally began.

Natural Born Helper

The neighbor plays “All By Myself” all night long, the woman next door can’t take this anymore. Ms. Knox just wanted some sleep, but now, he’ll enter an eternal slumber. Dressed to kill, she brought down his door. She heard the noise of a chair falling. Entering the room, Mallory sees the man trying to hang himself. She uses her knife to cut the rope, maybe was it compassion in Mallory’s heart? “My wife died three days ago, I wanna meet her in heaven.” Mallory replies: “You will meet her there, but not by yourself”, and her dress turns red.

Alice in snowland

It was Christmas. The streets were covered in snow. Alice was singing when she saw something hopping towards her. "Follow me" said the rabbit and she did. Church bells were ringing, like there was a funeral somewhere near. She got home and saw her family gathered together. "The bells. It's time to go to Alice's funeral" someone said. Suddenly, everything became dark. There only was a colorful umbrella. Its colors soon turned into a rainbow followed by a bright light. “Alice, wake up” her sister opened the curtains, revealing the brightest sun in the sky, and Alice saw the umbrella by the Christmas tree.

Eating Bad Stuff

She didn’t tell anybody about it, but the will was uncontrollable. She had always loved the stories her father used to tell her, that man made of iron was incredible. He was the most fascinating hero she’d heard about. They were alike in some way. So, she kept it in her mind: “I have to meet him. I have to tell him how it’s strong. Then she realised: “Would I kill him?”. Face to face, now she knows the answer: she can’t control herself when she sees a metal. She wants to touch it. She wants to feel it. She wants to EAT it.       

The apocalipse brought by a child 

What is she doing? Said the little fat boy, the boy with the jacket show a hand signal, your friend says what’s this? The children seem to be in a trance, following the girl calling your name “Lucy fear”. The girl in red jumps from the hill, The children’s look, the cliff is getting closer and closer, when a hand appears and tries to pull children, it's Satan, he was chained in the abyss, the man in black arises and say: “Asta la Vista, Baby”, shot in the head, Satan dropped in like fire, and the man save the children.