This a compilation of flash fiction stories.

     Greed is clear in the crawling creature's eyes while fear lurks inside the wounded soldier's. The war ended a day ago, but there had been no reinforcement. 

"Come, my friend," he uttered as the anaconda started to tighten its grip until he heard his own bones cracking. A newborn baby's photo dropped from his hand.

            September breeze kept my hair flying; twigs creaked as I step on it; leaves were falling on the muddy riverbank near the mountain where we once lived. 

The moon rises as the sun sets: owls are waking whilst the doves goes to sleep.

"Where are you going, dear?" I gasped, turned around and saw our neighbor wearing a quilted dress made out from different fabrics and colors.  

"I am visiting my home," said I, she smiled and waved goodbye.

The rain poured as my tears rejoiced. 

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The whole town was mourning the next day. Finally they've retrieved my decaying body.