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