Friday, January 9, 2015

Flash Fiction Friday: Week 5

On time! *victory dance* 
This one is actually based on some characters I'm working with right now. 

“Why won’t you talk to me?” I asked, turning on him in the hallway. He paused in his walk. “I’m tired of a glare being my only response when I ask you a serious question.”

“You don’t know anything about me, and I intend to keep it that way,” he replied crisply, and started walking again. I held out my hand and pressed it into his chest to keep him where he was.

“If we’re going to work on this together, you’re going to have to trust me,” I said. He smirked.

“I don’t think so. As of yet, you don’t even know my real name.”


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Sunday, January 4, 2015

Flash Fiction Friday: Week 4

Yep, I'm late...story of my blogging life! But I really enjoyed writing this one. :D

“Drop the gun,” I told her. “I’ll give you what you want. I promise.”

“You’re a liar. You got it from your father,” she said accusingly. I could see the beginnings of tears forming in her eyes.

I slowly opened my bag and showed her the contents, strewn about in no sort of order. Her eyes grew wide when she beheld the coveted item.

“It’s the blue jar,” she said. I picked it up gingerly and put it into her cold hand. She kept the gun pointed at me until she had turned the corner, disappearing into the night. 


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