Flash Fiction: After A Long Time

Hi everyone! I have a new flash fiction! Yay!

After five centuries of not posting a flash fiction and wallowing in my own sadness I have decided to make myself write a flash fiction! (Happy way of saying that I’ve been too depressed to do anything I enjoyed doing other than maybe hanging out with friends).

Without further ado!

Flash Fiction #9: Two coffees and a straw

 

I had a blind date. Ugh. I was only twenty six. I didn’t need to have blind dates. However, I was pretty bad at picking men. Maybe my friends were right about me needing a blind date. But what if he’s skeevy? What if he’s a serial killer? I don’t want to date a serial killer? Do you know much energy I’d have to put to not be killed by my lover? Yeah. No.

I checked my face in the mirror, making sure to rid myself of all eye and nose boogers. I didn’t want to be completely gross. I stepped out of my car, straightened my black pencil skirt, and headed into the coffee shop.

Do serial killers drink coffee?

I stopped at the front entrance and took a look around the cafe. My best friend said he would make it before me. There were a few rows of tables, with people seated. A lot of fake plants and the cash registers were placed in the middle of the building. I was supposed to look for a man sitting by himself with two coffees and a straw.

I spotted him sitting by a large window in the back of the coffee shop and sighed. “Oh.” He was really cute. He had on glasses, a strong jawline, and nice wispy dark curls. I bet if I touched those curls they’d feel like velvet. I didn’t touch curls though. I walked towards him and his eyes turned in my direction. They lit with curiosity and my nerves began to kick in.

What was his name, again? Bob? Bill? He didn’t look like a Bill? He looked way too pretty to be a Bill? Maybe a Henry? Or an Aiden. Aiden was sexy. Oh my god is he checking me out? I still don’t remember his name.

“Hi.” I stuck out my hand and put on my brightest smile. “I’m Jan. You must be Serial Killer Aiden?”

His eyes widened and the color on his face drained. I wanted to kick myself. Maybe drag myself out of the building. Yeah that seemed like a good idea.


That’s it for now!

Until next time,

Tiara “Kikyo” Giles

P.S. Check out my my books and writings tab to see more flash fiction and things I have written!

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Flash Fiction #8!

Hey everyone! Before I jump into this Flash Fiction I just want to point out something. The characters in this flash are a part of a light novel/cartoon that I’ve been working on since 2006 and took a break on in 2015 because I needed to do some world building. I will only use nicknames and I may use this scene if I like it enough haha.

On to the flash!!!


 

Prompt: Better the devil, you know.

“Tae!” Fuu ran as fast as she could. Chunks of ceiling falling everywhere around her. She needed to find Tae and get them out of there or they would both die.

They wouldn’t be in this bind if it weren’t for Tae’s love sick sister. She could have just waited one more stupid hour before running off in the middle of the night like that. They still would be in danger but at least a caving building in the sky wouldn’t be the cause.

Fuu heard a moan to her left and leapt across the splitting floor. The moan grew louder and came from the rubble below her.

“God dammit.”

She lifted and threw the rubble aside revealing her blonde-haired, idiot partner covered in dirt. One eye popped open while the other was swollen shut. A bright smile spread across his face.

“Hello beautiful.” He pushed himself upright and his hand out. Fuu took it and helped him stand.

“I guess that means you’re okay?” She said, her voice softer this time as he brushed himself off.

“Yep. Surprised you didn’t leave me.”

“Better the devil, you know?” She shrugged before sprinting ahead of him. He blinked at the comment and laughed before following after her.


 

This feels kind of lame. Haha. Tell me what you think.

 

Until next time,

Tiara “Kikyo” Giles

 

And the Flash Fiction Returns!

Hello again!

I feel like I have neglected a task that I came to love . . . a lot! I got really busy with the last few weeks of school and then with job hunting and prepping . . . well you saw you my last post. If not click here! But anyway, on the to the wonderful way of combating writers block!

Prompt: I Love Crazy

Sophia walked out of the tall building onto the busy side walk, chewing at her lower lip and wringing her hands together. She couldn’t believe she had a mental breakdown in front of Bill last night. She was supposed to be okay or at least fine after years and years of therapy.

Apparently not.

Today was supposed to be her last session before checkup sessions but nope. She messed up and got in too deep with Bill. She fell in love and gave him her trust.

Stupid Sophia.

She forced herself through the crowd of speed walkers, doing her best to not get hit.

She wouldn’t be surprised if Bill deleted her number by now. She was crazy. She knew and now he did too. She violently shook her head and groaned.

“Stupid! Stupid!” She tightly clutched her purse to her side and picked up speed.

“Watch your step lady!” A man growled as she tried to pass.

“Sorry!” She put her head down as the man bumped into her shoulder. She couldn’t even walk correctly. She began to pick up her pace hoping she would reach her apartment as fast as possible but time seemed too slow. The crowd grew larger and the holes of escape thinned. She was tired.

Sophia looked around for an empty spot beside a building and hid there, taking deep slow breaths.

“Rough day?” A male voice said in her ear. Turning her head, she met familiar eyes.

“Bill?” Her eyes widened as she scanned the tall, dark-haired man. “What are you doing here?”

“I was just in the neighborhood. Thought I’d come see you.” He smiled.

“I – Why?” She found her free hand roaming for a place to settle.

“Because I love you.” He squinted his eyes and looked away a tinge of red coloring his cheeks.

Sophia eyes softened and she touched her heart. “Me? Really?”

He nodded and smirked.

“But why?” A tinge of sadness swirled in her eyes as she remembered screaming and yelling at him. “I-I’ve got so many problems. I’m not normal. I have to go to therapy all the time even when I think I’m okay, Bill. I’m crazy.”

“I don’t care.” Bill said and rest a hand on her cheek. “You’re fucking amazing and I love crazy. I love you.”

Sophia dipped her head down and smiled. Maybe she wasn’t as crazy as she thought. Someone loved her back. She rose her head and swept her hair out of her face.

“Want to get food?” She smiled and he nodded.

FLASH FICTION YO!

*after a college century*

YO!!! HOW Y’ALL BEEN?! It’s been a while. I’ve been swamped with that last semester in college life BUT YEAH! I’ve been obsessed with Kendrick Lamar’s new song and Logic’s new song. So, it’s all I’ve been listening to. I’ll go back to my normal playlist soon. Lol.

Here is a quick video where I hinted to the YouTube watchers of my channel about the type of job I’m going for. I’ve already told you guys on the blog (link here) I haven’t gotten any offers yet with placements yet but I’m still hopeful and still trying to save.


ON WITH THE FLASH FICTION!!!

Prompt: One kiss, as soft as a sigh

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I almost lost him. But you didn’t. But I could have. He could have died. But he didn’t. Maybe not physically but what if I killed something inside of him? He seemed so distant and quiet after I picked him up from the fire. His eyes were empty and red. He was soaking wet. The only thing alive was grip his fingers had around mine when I pulled him to my car.

I folded my arms as I stood over my couch and watched the rise and fall of his chest as he slept. He murmured something as he rolled his body in my direction. My eyes fell on his lips and the urge to kiss him gripped my throat like a vice. I leaned over him. Nerves pricked at the tips of fingers as I pushed his hair aside.

My roommates are going to kill me when they wake up. I thought as I touched my lips with his. One kiss, as soft as a sigh was all I could do tonight. A soft groan slipped his lips as I pulled away. I wasn’t ready to face what was coming tomorrow but tomorrow was inevitable.

Flash Five!

Hello all! It’s Spring Break and I’m doing nothing. Okay, well not completely nothing. I went to visit my high school best friends for the weekend (I already miss them) and I am working this week. I’m just not taking classes.

Anyway . . . here is this week’s Flash Fiction! (Taking a break from Ace and Janie)

 

Prompt: “I can’t”

 

“I’ll post the slides on the course site this weekend. I will see you all on Monday.” My professor said as I scribbled down the last of his PowerPoint.

“You should go talk to him.” My friend Siera said.

“Talk to who?” I said.

“Jace he was totally checking you out.” Siera said pointing at the broad shouldered man across the room.

Jace was the star athlete on the football field and the smartest guy in the history department. He was a level of attractiveness that melted you into a pool of goop. The kind of guy that made your mouth fall clean off. He was too beautiful for girls like me. I was pretty but I was nothing like the flock of girls huddled around him.

“Oh no.” I said. The bird like females pretended to be clueless about the notes. God he’s so nice. Why is he helping them? “Remember what happened the last time you made me talk to him?”

“That was before Ben! You’re a different woman now. You know how to flirt!” Siera said slapping me on the shoulder.

I shook my head as the class emptied. Ben was her my boyfriend. We dated for eight months before he shattered my heart and self-esteem into a million pieces.

“I can’t. I can’t talk to him.” I said. It was easier to talk to Jace when I was dating Ben. “I don’t even like jocks.”

“I know, but you need the confidence booster.” Siera said.

“Siera, I’m just not cut out for a successful . . . anything with boys. We’ve already established that.” I said heading towards the exit.

“Wait! He’s leaving!” Siera said. She grabbed my shirt and I went flying into hard muscle.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry.” I said. I had slammed into Jace and oh my god . . . he looked even better up close. I wanted to die. His blue eyes glinted as he released me from his hold. I looked around and Siera was gone. We were the only ones left. “My friend’s a jerk.”

“It’s okay.” Jace said and laughed.

“She’s just dead set on throwing me towards any random hot guy she can think.” I said. “I didn’t mean to slam into you.”

“You think I’m hot?” Jace said, lifting an eyebrow.

“No . . . wait! I mean. I do but . . .” I said and placed my fingers between my brows. “Ugh! I didn’t mean to say that out loud. This is so embarrassing.”

Jace laughed again and I felt myself dying. I always seemed to speak without thinking around him. Ugh! I am so going to kill Siera.

“I think your cute too if that helps.”

“I’m just going to – wait what?” I said. Did he actually say that?

“Catch you later, Renni.” He said and tucked hair behind my left ear before leaving the classroom. I didn’t completely die, but I could feel my cheeks burning. I must’ve looked like a spotted tomato. Siera got so lucky.

Flashy Monday’s Y’all!

I am surprised I was able to even start on this flash fiction. I uploaded a YouTube video but . . . y’all . . . this week has already been a long one. I ended up losing my apartment on Monday due to a fire and busted pipeline that followed almost immediately after an attempted robbery. I’ll attach the video at the end of this once it’s uploaded but this week has been so stressful. Being displaced from my home during midterm season was not fun at all.

So, this flash fiction is inspired by the event and the prompt couldn’t be any more ironic. It is also probably the lamest one that I will write.

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Prompt: Who knew tears could burn?

I woke to the sound of a loud siren.

“What the hell?” I said, rubbing my eyes. It had been three days since I heard from Janie. Bright white lights cut through my windows as my eyes focused. My body and sheets were drenched. She’s perfect and you have depression.

“Ace! Wake the fuck up!” I heard my roommate pounding on my door.

“Is it real?” I said swinging the door open. Adrenaline pumped through my veins. She didn’t want me.

“Hell yeah! The place above us just went up in flames bro.” He said. He was wrapped in a rain coat and rain boots were on his feet.

“Shit.” I said as the water from the sprinklers began to blind my vision as we waded towards the front door. Janie had fucked me and left. She didn’t want me. I noticed a dry handkerchief sitting on an end table. It was Janie’s. I turned it over wondering how this could be dry while everything else was soaked and destroyed. Hot liquid fell down my face. Did she cry when she left? Was walking away from us as hard for her as it was for me? My ears grew numb from the noise and time seemed to slow. The liquid running down my cheeks felt like hot coals. Who knew tears could burn?

“Ace! Hurry up! It’s a fucking fire!” My roommate yelled. I balled the handkerchief in my hand and ran out the door.

Finally Another Flash Fiction!

Hey all! I’m currently posting this while at work as a small break between studying for my midterms. Haha! Enjoy!

PART 1

Prompt: Stay

I stood in the bathroom, my body bare and my face wet. I gripped the sides of the sink while I examined my face. Was I glowing? I shook my head. I couldn’t believe I had slept with Ace. I didn’t plan for things to go that far tonight. Okay. I lied. Maybe I did. I grabbed a towel from the wall and wiped my face before tip toeing around the bed for my clothes.

“You have a nice butt.” A husky male voice said.

“Ahh!!” I tipped over and he laughed. “Ace don’t scare me like that. I thought you were asleep.”

He propped himself with his elbow and rest his head on his hand. He looked beautiful despite the pain growing on his face.

“You leaving?” He said glancing at the clothes covering my chest.

“Umm…” I said and closed my eyes. “Yeah.”

“Stay.” He said. “You don’t have to go. It’s only 10:30.”

“I know.”

I had promised one night with him. One night for us to enjoy being with each other. We wouldn’t have to worry about what my friends and overly prestigious family would think of me. One night of just us. Of freedom. But I was scared.

“Worried about your roommates again?” He said. “They’ll be fine. You told them you’d be back late. Stay.”

“I want to but . . . they might get suspicious. I’ve never been out so late.” I said. “I just . . .”

“It’s fine.” He said and rolled onto his back. “I get it. Our worlds are too different and they can’t meet. Not even for one fucking night.”

Ace was what my parents would consider a dirty smear on the family name. He didn’t have a lot of money, he had a potty mouth and he was covered in tattoos. My family, on the other hand, raised a good little girl under a five-star hotel chain. I wasn’t supposed to fall for a guy like Ace, but here I was falling and screwing things up at the same time.

“I’m sorry.” I said my voice quiet. “I’ll see you at school.”