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The Sawmill

Ben Casey

Sheila put the picnic basket down and stretched the blanket neatly in the grass. She sat down and looked up at the moon just rising over the far end of the lake,

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Louise

Harry Buschman

I took the runabout down to the station to get Wilbur this morning. Thought I might get the mare out of the barn, ride her and take the new stud with me for Wilbu ...

Tree of Life

Harry Buschman

It was ordained that all life grew from a tree in the garden. The most beautiful forms blossomed in the topmost branches, the earliest and prehistoric forms at the ...

I imagine “Mystah” is the guide and the oak tree is keeping the conversation going with Drachtan. Interesting little beginning, Marlicia. The next few paragraphs will make or break it. Drachtan wants ...

Well told Marcia. Unfortunately it's a story that can't be heard by many people. I hope those who have paid the ultimate price deserve, (better than we) to hear it loud and clear.

How Daisy Destroyed St. Patrick’s Cathedral

Harry Buschman

We don’t go there anymore. We stay away from St. Patrick’s.

Every Sunday, like clockwork, our family would go to the ten o’clock m ...

I feel close to these people, Marlicia. Renault and Colin and Lisbeth. It’s like seeing them after a long sickness. It’s nice to know the magic essences are still potent. I always catch them at a crit ...

Time On Your Hands

Harry Buschman

Our patio overlooked a brook. It wasn’t much of a patio, just room enough for the couple of chairs we’d drag out from the kitchen. Come to think of it, the br ...

We don’t think of Marlicia and a cinquain on the same page. Somehow you were able to pull it off in one cohesive statement too. Beautiful effort Marlicia. You’ve managed to say what you wanted to say ...

I think this little episode is the shortest I’ve ever done. It’s an effort to present in the least amount of words, the greatest amount of thought.

A New Day for Abdiah

Harry Buschman

Good morning Abdiah, you grace us with your presence. You are prompt this morning, Abdiah … today is the beginning of your never-ending. It will be the end ...

One must believe the inadequacy of clocks in a time that admits to being neither day nor night. One must see the logic in freeing a female moth that is
trapped in a bottle - how she got there and wh ...

The previous flash entry was submitted during the time the prompt was not available. Only the title "blue" was submitted.

Blue Cows

Harry Buschman

There was a time in my young life when everything was blue. Above the tree line back of the cattle barn the sky was a sharp blue to the east in the morning and the clo ...

I’d have to say Ehrimine, unlike other dwarfs I’ve known, softened mighty fast. Grayson and Derek seem nice enough and I’d venture to say the world of “elves and magic” are in their capable hands. The ...

The Plan

Harry Buschman

Men scattered and took shelter in the woods. Others crossed their fingers whenever Marion drew her bow. She was undoubtedly the worst archer in the woods. The deer, the ...

You've got a good thing going here, Marlicia. It's got all the possibilities of that old warhorse by H.G. Wells. Give it a contemporary touch and there's life in the old boy yet.

Keeping Time

Harry Buschman

I’ve had some good times and it’s always amazed me how quickly I’ve forgotten them. I need a reminder, something physical to keep them in mind. They fade away oth ...

Ny reply fot swallowed up on a different section of flash fiction

I get the feelng that Sarah and Sam have changed places. Real twins can do that every which way. They’re on their way to some place they can’t reveal and their mother will wish they were never born I ...

Books of the Month Club

Harry Buschman

These are books.

People used to read books, page by page. That’s how they were made – publishers put them all together, bound them together along the ...

If I were there I’d be able to help you old boy. I’d be able to ease your mind a bit. You don’t have to worry about one thing though, you’re not a journalist. Nobody ever heard a journalist use a wor ...

Curse of the Dark Star

Harry Buschman

Professor Leoncavallo is gone now and none of us are the least bit surprised. Everyone knew the little piece of dark star material would be the death of h ...

It’s not so easy to establish identity in fiction as short as this. Chrissie starts off as Kara thinking about Chrissie but she’s really Chrissie talking about Kara, right. Was Kara the pianist? Why d ...

She’s Still Young

Harry Buschman

“I wish you’d show a little more enthusiasm Marcie. You’re playing the Saint-Saens fourth at Tanglewood in two weeks. Why don’t you practice a little?”

“I ...