The J-Spot

 Flash Fiction for Fun Photo from Flickr and edited by the author  This is called Flash Fiction . I’ve just re-invented it! Before each sentence think to yourself, “I won’t take it anymore…” in any variety of ways, and see what you can imagine. Let’s begin! … She didn’t. Knife in her garter. … He did though. Everyday, for the rest of his life to the end of his rope. … She didn’t. Got better. Got worse. Then she did and she got better for awhile. The hands were mangled, and the knife… She sits by the bench as it passes. The wind from it pulling her beggar’s sign along with the tumbling newspapers… … An empty toilet. It’s less messy to leave it. … No soda for you, but you’re up a dollar. … “POP!” said the balloon. … and don’t you take it either. “Put it back. Let’s go, Son!” … That’s what she said. I hope you enjoyed my little romps of the imagination! It’s easy to do. Try it! If you’re inspired, connect with me over here . If you’re curious, leave me your email here ...

Urban Flash Fiction Photo by Dan Gold on  Unsplash Even if everyone disappeared, Robin’s world wouldn’t be any quieter. No one is ever really talking to Robin, or they would have touched him — jolted him from his dream. Someone would be looking directly through him, gums flapping, fingers pointing, anger in their eyes, a curly black locke bobbing over a wrinkled brow as they approached in angst. But then he’d realize there was someone behind him, and a fight would break out… but that wouldn’t hold his interest. Things aren’t the same without noise. Noise use to attach itself to the important stuff. A car crash; high-pitched screech, always accompanied by the sound of shattering glass, followed by sirens. Or was it the other way around? Without sound, Robin’s attention was like the tip of a pen light. He either looked at something or he didn’t. And he never looked at things that reminded him of the power of sound. He , or maybe it was his eyes, would decide what was important and ...