Flash Fiction

The Final Contest

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He rekindled a stoic mien as the crowd began to ululate. Deep inside, he was afraid, afraid of losing the final fight of his fifty year career to the youngest champion of unbeatable repute. His eyes were fixed on the entry path, awaiting the arrival of Kajaru. Read the rest of this entry »

UNFINISHED

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Spash! The sound of the ceramic mug echoed round the latter quiescent room as it disentangled on the tiled floor. Her hands trembling, complacent about the complications the debris of the mug just did to her feet. Read the rest of this entry »