I have started a substack. https://lauranettles.substack.com/ I've decided to share the post I made for it today here as well. Here we...

Today was Flash Fiction Live on Chandra Arthur's YouTube channel. We had a blast writing to two prompts incorporating 10 specified words...

I was hanging out in a YouTube livestream tonight when a question was asked: "How do you show a person has trauma without outright...

My flash fiction piece "Fairy Godmother" is now published and available to read online at Frost Zone Zine. Woot!...

Prompt: Brave, Warrior, Cunning Time 30 Minutes Goddess of War The women of the village were the most cunning. While the men were...

PROMPT: Rust, Buried, Past Time 40 Minutes Exhumed The coffin was exhumed. Rusted locks bolt cut off the rotting wood, falling to the...

PROMPT: Trickster, illusions, rewards 40 Minutes Little Anne “It’s just oxygen, Mrs. Johnson. Nothing to worry about.” Dr. Whitcomb...

Post-Apocalyptic Sci-Fi Time 20 Minutes PROMPT: “Nuclear war has irradiated the planet, leaving little land that is safe to farm or graze...

PROMPT: ​"She followed the woman for days and at last her patience was paying off." Time 20 Minutes Sacrifice By Laura Nettles She...

PROMPT: He hadn’t been known as Hiroshi for months. Time 18 Minutes Run By Laura Nettles “Hiroshi.” The name made his blood run cold. The...

PROMPT: "People trust me with their fortunes. They shouldn’t. " Time 25 minutes Gold By Laura Nettles People trust me with their...

PROMPT: Quicksand, Diamond, Bow Tie Time 25 Minutes Jewel Thief The diamond twinkle in her eye glinted across the ballroom floor. The...

The Treasure of L’Olonnais (PROMPT: Beach, Murder, Treasure) Francis had heard the legends of the lost treasure of the L’Olonnais.

Tea Chat (PRMOPT: Rhyme, Wine, Light) The light filter through the wine glass, scattering dancing, refracted patterns across the open air...

Water drips down my neck form the hewn rock ceiling as I enter the recently liberated crypt. War crimes are the rumors...

Heart in my throat I scream, but the people outside take no notice over the din of crumpling metal. The smashing of cars. I’m in a trunk.

The magic dust faded as the gown finished its transformation, it’s gossamer layers more intricate than the night sky.

Her hair was the color of rust. So was her skin. And nails. And the hollowed-out sockets where her eyes should have been.

Here is another horror flash fiction. Short yet suspenseful. Subtitles are available, but I have pasted the whole story below.

I have posted my flash fiction for Orla Hart's Authortube Anthology Vol 2! It is called Soul Eater and is horror. Subtitles are...