by Andrew J. Savage | Dec 21, 2018 | 50 words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Steemit, writing
The line for the best-selling author was long. Toby hadn’t seen him for ages. “Come back next time,” said his assistant. “But–” “He’s a popular man.” She handed him a card. The bookmark was signed by his father....
by Andrew J. Savage | Oct 10, 2018 | 50 words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Steemit, writing
The cult leader reached the fields where her people toiled. They bowed as she approached. “Family, our sacred book will now be replaced by…” Mother Rhapsody held up a triangle and struck a pure note. “This.” As one the followers tore the...
by Andrew J. Savage | Oct 6, 2018 | 50 words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Steemit, writing
Grandpa’s eyes fluttered closed, face now still like a shrunken wax facsimile. I touched Dad’s shoulder. “He’s gone. Let’s go.” He smiled, lips tight with hidden grief. “I need a few moments.” I swallowed. “I...
by Andrew J. Savage | Aug 18, 2018 | 50 words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, short story, Steemit, writing
“Did you even read this before you darkened my door with it?” The editor glared. The humble writer blanched. “I can do better.” “You’re giving us a bad name. This magazine is quality, dammit. We aren’t…bloggers.”...
by Andrew J. Savage | Aug 8, 2018 | Fiction, Flash Fiction, short story, Steemit, writing
The coroner scribbled in her notebook. “Is that twenty-five feet? Thirty?” “Twenty-seven.” The factory supervisor scratched his neck. “Will there be media?” “Certainly.” She snapped her notebook closed....
by Andrew J. Savage | Aug 3, 2018 | 50 words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, short story, Steemit, writing
Surrounded by guards, the parent-murdering despot gave a jolly smile. So close, but too far to reach. Especially for a boy. If he did hit him, he’d be captured. Jailed. Killed. The boy looked for something to throw. He weighed a lemon in his hand. It was worth the...
