Category Archives: NYC Midnight Flash Fiction Challenge

Backhand Grip

Anika’s hands shift and squeeze around the base of the racquet, kneading the grip like kittens’ paws. She tries to relax, to “open up her stance”, to lean into a feeling of comfort and readiness.

But she’s not ready. And she’s not comfortable. Not here.

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A Whitetail in the Great Room

It’s been a while since I posted on here. I’ve been busy making humans and earning the money to feed them (#overpopulation). So I entered the NYC Midnight Flash Fiction competition to force myself to write some more. They gave us two days to write a suspense story set in a farmhouse that included a corkscrew. And I left it til two hours before the deadline (of course).

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