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Sunday, July 10th, 2016
Flash Fiction – Cubed!


I’ve been branching out of romance and erotic romance and into speculative fiction lately and have been looking for a way to spur myself on. I know I really like writing flash fiction, so I am going to try using Story Cubes (Or Story Dice – depending on the manufacturer) to do a weekly challenge.

On Saturday, I plan to pick between five and seven dice from the container I’ll empty all these dice into. Then I’ll roll those dice and take a photo of the images I roll.  Then I’ll spend the next week using those images as inspiration to construct a flash fiction between 500 and 1000 words. The flash fiction will be posted on the next Friday.

If anyone would like to join me at any point, let me know. If I keep this going for a couple of months, I’ll put up a sticky post or page about it!


Friday, January 28th, 2011
Hoarfrost (random flash fiction)

Sometimes flash fiction happens to me.

(c) 2011 Maura Anderson

As the crescent moon sets, shadows deepen to ebon velvet and the relief of dawn seems a lifetime away. The night sky is now decorated only by the faint shimmer of distant stars, their meager light unable to warm the sharp, freezing air.

Slowly gathering in the depressions and hollows, a light mist begins to blanket the land. Icy tendrils flow out and fill the valleys, deepening from silver to grey as the growing fog works to block out even the light of the stars until the very land beneath it seems isolated from the rest of the world.

A place between the worlds of Sun and Moon. A time and place so temporary and so rare it bears no name of its own, yet it’s the only time she can walk the lands of man again.

The fog thickens and roils into a column, then a vague form emerges and solidifies into a tall, gracile female form. Clothed in flowing robes that changed from white to grey to midnight black in a shimmering pattern, her presence makes the very air weigh heavily and the residual warmth of the earth fades into a dusting of frost. Her white hair streams out behind her like tendrils of clouds and glistens with drops of ice.

Released, at least for a short while, from the prison of her own making, she wanders this small part of the land of man. All the life she has missed, all the plants and animals she lost through her own attempts to manipulate others. Slow tears flowed down her face only to drop frozen to the ground, a trail of diamonds to mark her path. A gently caress coats a crocus in glistening frost. A slight brush against a bush freezez tendrils water dripping from its branches into tiny icicles.

The first faint colors of dawn begin to drain away her cloak of fog and she knows her time here is over again. As she fades from the land of man, her last heavy sigh flows out over the branches of a tree and freezes instantly into the lacelike tendrils of her namesake, fragile and delicate. Even that beauty is doomed to disappear at sunrise, leaving only a memory and the faint scent of the wild and regret.

She is Hoarfrost.

Saturday, June 12th, 2010
Friday Flash Site Down

I just noticed this site, as well as the Pink Chair Diaries site, is down. I emailed the person that set them up but haven’t heard anything back. I’ll try to set up the Friday Flash code here for people to use starting next week, though.

I’ll look up the up-to-date instructions for using it and update my Friday Flash page as well.

Sorry I don’t know any more.

Friday, March 26th, 2010
Friday Flash: Juvie

(c) 2010 by Maura Anderson, all rights reserved

Sam tossed Mykael Montero’s file on top of the rapidly growing pile of paperwork on her battered desk. She’d already made so many trips to the sally port, then to the holding cells, then back to her desk that her feet hurt. And it took a lot to make her feet hurt, no matter how torturous the shoes. Her long day was getting longer and longer, with no real end in sight.
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Friday, October 30th, 2009
Friday Flash – Bunny Boy

(This is a quick Friday Flash I wrote for the Fiction With Friction blog and decided to repost here too)

Bunny Boy
(c) 2009 by Maura Anderson

Shit, Todd hadn’t been kidding when he said this convention would be sorta like a neo-Victorian mosh-pit.

People lined the hallway as far as he could see, dressed in an amazing assortment of costumes. A preponderance of browns in leather and canvas and an huge variety of goggles seemed to be the style of the day for many. The costumes also ranged from elaborate to casual and even minimalistic but, for the most part, they were in good taste. Some had him jealous of their outfits, a few made him wish for eye bleach and a couple looked like they’d mistaken the steampunk convention for a fetish party. Despite the attractive men he’d noticed, he was here with only one person in mind.

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