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Charles was on the edge of his seat, open-mouthed, all the way through (see alt text).
Tom Cox
'F sat on the outside steps. There was no shade but inside was much worse.'
Great sense of voice in this piece by Jeremy Nathan Marks @natflashfictionday.bsky.social
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FlashFlood: 'All That Was Left to Do' by Matthew Jakubowski #nffd2026
FlashFlood: Debut Flash: 'Bird Tag' by Nicole Savage #nffd2026
Laura Besley
National Flash Fiction Day
National Flash Fiction Day
What an encouraging response we've had—the biggest ever! 🙏❤️ Although we are a small but mighty team, it's going to take a few more days to respond to all the submissions.
And thanks to our newest editor @alimcg.bsky.social for jumping into the fray w/us this year. ❤️ @natflashfictionday.bsky.social
'When Mother calls, Sonia itches to extricate from the repeated grievances: lazy nurse-attendant, unsympathetic doctor, thieving pharmacist, yet listens...'
Fabulous single-sentence piece by @sudhab.bsky.social @natflashfictionday.bsky.social #nffd2026
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'It became clear one summer that a starling in the neighborhood had apparently learned to mimic the sound of a small child screaming.'
Unsettling piece by @mattjakubowski.bsky.social @natflashfictionday.bsky.social
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'They were the night swimmers dutifully doing their laps in this pool in Buenos Aires on this warm evening because they would never be this young again.'
Wonderous piece by @karenregentuero.bsky.social @natflashfictionday.bsky.social
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Laura Besley
'After he dies, his daughter places his taxidermied body in the bay window.'
Lovely surprising piece by @emhall47.bsky.social @natflashfictionday.bsky.social
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'I need to believe that nature plays my childhood games.'
Playful & thoughtful piece by Nicole Savage @natflashfictionday.bsky.social
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Laura Besley
Laura Besley
Laura Besley
Laura Besley
Sara Hills
The sky is bright and welcoming today, calling for me to sit outside and enjoy its company. It is early spring, and the season has sprinkled a light dusting of pollen on everything like pixie dust. The birds sing their songs and chase each other around from phone line to phone line in an elaborate game of tag. The trees make abstract art with the light shining through their branches, splaying it out onto the pavement for my enjoyment.
It is harder to see things as they are, to resist metaphor. The birds are not playing tag, they are being territorial. Everything is trying fiercely to survive, and I go and trivialize their efforts with literary devices, even now I anthropomorphize. I think it is my way of trying to survive. I need to believe that nature plays my childhood games.
I don’t want the wind to just blow, I want it to play with my hair, to be imbued with significance, to likewise make me of significance.
The sky is clear and vibrant today, so I decide to enjoy it. It is early spring and there is a fine coating of pollen on everything that sits outside for more than a minute. The birds are active, territorial, and full of song for their mating season. The light shines through the trees, splitting into countless thin beams. I have to focus to be able to differentiate them, lest they all blend together. I squint my eyes at the spectacle of scattered energy. For no good reason, I’ll pay attention.
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Nicole Savage (she/her), is a writer and medical student from Memphis, TN, seeking to deepen her understanding of humanity through the arts of medicine and language
It became clear one summer that a starling in the neighborhood had apparently learned to mimic the sound of a small child screaming. Those who heard it thought the child might be four or five-years-old. Maybe she liked to scream as she played or watched TV or screamed at the dog or the squirrels or her parents, or maybe there was something larger and darker going on in her world.
It was generally unsettling and made the neighbors wonder why this little person’s scream was reaching them over the backyard fences, echoing between the houses and into the overgrown brush and trash in the alley behind their homes.
Over time, hearing this scream as they tried to enjoy sunny days in their backyards, people began to think of the silly bird’s scream as a feature of the alley, not one of their homes. The alley after all was frightful, especially at night, bristling with broken glass thorns drug needles rusty nails and scrap metal dumped there illegally. No one wondered if the wild neighborhood starling was upset about the filth in their alley and many more alleys across the city. No one surmised that for the starling all that was left to do was scream and scream and teach the children how to let their world know exactly how they felt about it, too.
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Matthew Jakubowski's short stories appear in Doric Literary, Scaffold, Gone Lawn, JAKE, Necessary Fiction, Milk Candy Review, and the Best Microfiction anthology. He lives in Philadelphia and is online at mattjakubowski.com
Many thanks to our Write-in editors for all their hard work: @lunchontuesday.bsky.social @coffeeandpaneer.bsky.social @sarahillswrites.bsky.social @judiwalsh.bsky.social — you can see the prompts & sub here: thewrite-in.blogspot.com?m=1
National Flash Fiction Day
Celebrate National Flash Fiction Day with us! On Saturday, 14 June 2025, we're posting one prompt every six hours from 00:00 to 24:00 BST. Write along with us and send your flash to nffdwritein@gmail....
