Renee Bradshaw

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Tulip on Fire

“I put tulips under all the pillows, and then I set fire to the house.” Those had been the woman’s exact words as she walked down Broadway at noon, long white robe dragging across the concrete, edges dying and no… Continue Reading →

Whale Watching

A can of easy cheese rolled off the table and hit the deck. “I thought this boat was so big we weren’t supposed to feel it when the ocean rocked?” I asked. He shrugged. The can rolled away. “I thought… Continue Reading →

The Voices

Ten days till NaNo. Limbering fingers continues with First Line, Non-Sequitur, and Last Line from the Writer’s Toolbox kit by Jamie Cat Callan. No editing, just writing until the timer goes out. My only defense was to write down every… Continue Reading →

Green flash fiction

  Charlotte ate green peppers all day long. I supposed that’s why her shit was green, but hell, I don’t know. I was also missing a small tube of paint, and hell if I could remember what color it was…. Continue Reading →

Hang Up flash fiction

  “You have to tell me why,” Beth demanded. “I need to know why you can’t come to my parents with me tonight.” “I can’t tell you,” Jacob said, pinching the bridge of his nose. He wanted to end the… Continue Reading →

Fluffy flash fiction

  Bill pushed the black button, but nothing happened. Damn Nikon, he should have bought a Kodak like his father told him to. Might just be his cord though. This was so embarrassing. He turned to the family. “Would you… Continue Reading →

The Stoop flash fiction

    There I was, just standing there, when what I wanted to do was forbidden. I wanted to make a run for it, jump over the line that held me inside the house. I wanted to taste the fresh… Continue Reading →

Bill, Rosetta and the Cat Lady Flash Fiction

Bill slid the rock across the table and it hit a small moss green pad. The sound was a little like what one would hear when popping a grape between fingers. He set down his magnifying glass as something warm… Continue Reading →

The Frisbee Flash Fiction

  Donald looked around the room with a joyful heart. This was it, he could feel it. He had taken this damn Frisbee everywhere from Kalamazoo to New York City. Sydney, Australia to London, England. And now he was home…. Continue Reading →

Sound of Silence

  Silence radiates through the halls of every school in America. It’s about time you may say. The children learn in silence. Tables and graphs are our lives. We are all a statistic. The silence cannot hold back the sound… Continue Reading →

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