FC’s Original Short Fiction

Original short stories spanning all genres, with no holding back. Brought to you exclusively from the amazing minds of the FC Contributors.

Sweetheart

I watched the sky fade from a pretty pink color to dark. I sat in my room dreading the night, as I always did. The front door opened and...

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Woodstock

(inspired by Maggie B. who was there~) Woodstock was both a peaceful protest and a global celebration –Richie Havens   Everybody’s...

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Her Unwitting Accomplices

As the automatic doors swished open, my mother began her search. The grocery store’s bakery was on our immediate right. Mom zeroed in on...

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Perhaps

Perhaps she would drop a few ice cubes into her glass of wine, staying for a bit after picking up her grandson, my son, from basketball...

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Scar Tissue

I cringe every time Dad touches her. He compulsively straightens the Blue Jays pin my brother attached to her favorite blouse, the yellow...

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Maybe It Wasn’t My Fault

Lacey could tell something was off. “What’s wrong, Mom?” “Nothing, Honey. But we need to talk – all of us.” Her mother meant...

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Blind Ambition

If Tina wasn’t so damn hard, I probably wouldn’t be doing this, but even a dog gets tired of being kicked after a while. In a year and...

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When the Bomb Sounds

My uncle has been sending me letters. He’s been telling me about his time in Vietnam. How, even though it was just a tiny percentage of...

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After Dinner

My twenty-year-old son, Billy, and his girlfriend, Alex, nineteen, cooked dinner for me tonight. Gemelli pasta in a cream sauce with...

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Old Timers’ Day – 2005

For CG The boys were in the backseat asleep with the youngest sandwiched between his two brothers, and he rested his head on the oldest...

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In the Care of Things

Scratch scratch. Scratch scratch. It is 6 a.m., and CeCe knows I am sleeping in the guestroom. Scratch, scratch, scratch. The room is grey...

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Nest

  Even in her sleep, the girl knew the wasps were back. She felt one land on her bare leg. I must wake up, I must wake up, I must wake...

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Today is the Day

Today is the last day of my life. It was inevitable, and I had accepted it. In fact, I had embraced it. I was almost looking forward it. I...

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Vehicles and Men

If it has tires or testicles, it’s going to give you problems. The bumper sticker was catchy and summed my life up to a capital T. I...

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Emotional Odyssey at the Department of Motor Vehicles

I always see at least one handsome man at the DMV. It’s never one of the workers (bitter civil servants who never give you adequate...

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In a Laundry Room on Virgin Gorda

I was on Virgin Gorda, ashore at 8:00 a.m. doing my last loads of laundry before the trip south. Out of the wash and into the dryers, I was...

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Divine

I always used to think sentiments were superficial. A couple hugging, a baby crying- all displays, none real. But that moment, at that...

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Checkmate

Johnson's eyes darted across the room. He spotted a middle-aged blonde, a teenager wearing bright, purple lipstick and a black young man...

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Rocks and Cameras

Then, in a wine soaked haze, I realize what the worst part about this is.We are always on guard against the men in the streets. The ones...

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Rebecca

The landing at the top of the stairs sounded the loudest lament. Her fingers traced the expansion and contraction lines on the white-washed...

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The March on Washington

“Call her.” Bo steers their late model Buick into the dirt driveway with one hand and flicks her Camel out the window with the other...

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TRAFFIC

I was dumber than shit when Big C started talking to me. Don’t know what I was thinking, guess I kinda liked the attention from the new...

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Beyond the Finish Line

Keep walking, though there’s no place to get to. Don’t try to see through the distances. That’s not for human beings. Move within,...

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Here Inside the Mirror

There comes an age when screwing up is not cute anymore. You know that, because people are constantly telling you. It’s not cute anymore,...

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