Flash Fiction Books
The Curse of Eve
Robert Johnson was an essentially commonplace man, with no feature to distinguish him from a million others. He was pale of face, ordinary in looks, neutral in opinions, thirty years of age, and a married man. By trade he was a gentleman’s outfitter in the New North Road, and the competition of...
The Star
A book The Star by H. G. Wells
Hoppy Toad Tales
Hoppy Toad was a wee bit of a toad who had only recently seen the light of day. One day he strayed away from his home—a hole in the ground, at the roots of a tree. In doing so he disobeyed Ma Toad who told him to play close to his home. He hopped along through the woods, often stopping for a...
Guaranteed—Forever!
Guaranteed—Forever! by Frank M. Robinson
Journey for the Brave
Journey for the Brave by Alan Edward Nourse
Confessions Of A Medium
A medium named Miriam confessed all her paranormal and supernatural occurrences not afraid to hold anything back. Miriam has had a rough life and learned at the young age of five that she’s had a gift. She kept this gift a secret all her life until she reveals the truth to her family.
The I.Q. Test
Meet Maggie Swanson’s boys One of them is really smart, the other one not so much. Learn about I.Q. and its consequences on personality and character. The tale of two brothers in the psychology world shows what intelligence really is or what it could be when profound understanding trumps...
Mouth of Mattole
In the late 1980s, a group of young adults plan a private rave on a desolate area of northern California's Lost Coast. All seems to be going fine until ...
That Day in '73
In 2013 at a small northern California restaurant, a Caucasian man and an Asian woman recall a long-ago hiking adventure on the Lost Coast. Thoughts of 'what might have been?' pervade. Will they pick up where they left off? Will the long-lost object be found?
King Range Blues
A fairly ordinary fellow goes for a psychoactive hike on a spring day in the mid-1960s in the Lost Coast area of northern California. Soon his mind is very alive. But tragedy is always lurking a few steps behind. Is it inescapable?