Category Archives: Flash Prose

Officer’s New Partner

While exploring the possibilities of how to write a piece of flash prose, while considering what person it should be written in, don’t completely throw out second person. I know that writing in first and third persons are the best … Continue reading

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Baby Language

The following is a flash prose piece by me, Evin Hughes. The doctors mistook my singsong language for wailing as they pulled me from the womb; they had never known verbs to be so lyrical, nouns so rhythmic. I was … Continue reading

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Head of the Beast

The following is a flash prose piece written by yours truly, Evin Hughes. The earliest recollection I have of fear is of the hideous beast that visited my brother and I on Halloween. There were a whole slew of things … Continue reading

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The Last Screw

The following is a flash prose piece by me, Evin Hughes, called “The Last Screw.” We did it on the day our six-year-old got in trouble for stealing at school. He’d made it hot out the classroom door with a … Continue reading

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Glide Guide

The following is a short called “Glide Guide” by me, Evin Hughes. Step One. You’ll need the longest pair of socks you have, the ones mom pink-dyed in the washer on Christmas Eve will do—your “lucky socks”—just remember to wear … Continue reading

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Cycles

The following is a short called “Cycles” by me, Evin Hughes. We called them kayds because we were at that age when wasting time on extra syllables didn’t seem to make any sense. Kayds. Cicadas. We knew what we meant. … Continue reading

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The Student and the Owl

The following is a parable I wrote for class—let me know what you think. A student, one clean, straight-ironed and starched lab coat into his first semester at biology school, one hundred miles away from home, composing himself quite well … Continue reading

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