The hooligan gang was hollering below, completely unaware that their usual hanging spot was full of bombs.
Author: WindySilver
N. WS. Jokela, more commonly known as WindySilver, is a Finnish programmer and a hobbyist artist fighting a war against procrastination on the losing side. When her free time is not taken up by things like reading, procrastination, video games, watching series or more procrastination, she mainly writes sci-fi fanfiction and original flash fiction of various genres. While she dabbles in a lot of things ranging from digital art to jewelry to plants to whatever catches her interest, writing is her persistent forte.
You should not give her yet another crazy flash fiction challenge to take part in because she simply cannot say "no" to it.
FFM 2020 25: A Webby Carnival
The carnival is always the highlight of my year. When there is more than one, they are the highlights — the more, the merrier!
FFM 2020 24: Bad Contract
Shade stared at the words in front of her. The contract was full of holes filled with clauses in small print at the edges of the paper.
FFM 2020 23: Deadly Discovery
The book, titled Discordance, is badly damaged — torn, dripping wet and charred — but you open it to read it anyway. You need to know what your lover was hiding, what possibly could have made them fight like a banshee for keeping it a secret when they had told there were no secrets between them ever, what even is going on here anymore.
FFM 2020 22: Saved Plushie
One of the bigger ice dragons came to us, carrying something in its paws.
FFM 2020 21: Killer in The Team
It was a pity that Drue would not get to see Tallon slaughter his friends like initially planned, but the plan had to proceed.
FFM 2020 20: Bonding
"You know, you've listened to me talk about my parents a lot," Raiyo remarked as he leaned against the railing, sipping his coffee, "but I don't remember you saying much about yours."
FFM 2020 19: Anime Marathon
"Me too. Although, before we start, I'll take a potato chip," Raiyo made direct eye contact as he lifted a chip from the bag, "and eat it!" He crunched the chip as loudly as he could, sending some bits falling into his lap.
FFM 2020 18: Loss
The moment I saw her, I knew this wasn't going to last.
FFM 2020 17: Hunting Inklings
When the night fell, we were ready. Ria had managed to conjure a net for us both so we could carry whatever we managed to catch back to our camp without having the inklings dissolve on the spot; it would have been far more difficult to try to catch them — or as many as of them as possible — straight into bottles.
WindySilver 