Unforgettable Short Stories
Complied by: B Rojas
 
 
Examples of "Flash Fiction" 
 -entire short stories in one paragraph, or  less
culled from various sources:
 
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Think about it for even one moment,
then try not cry when you read this one-
 
True Love
 
Today, after I watched my dog get run over by a car, I sat on the side of  
the road holding him and crying.  And just before he died, he licked the  
tears off my face.
 
 
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Unexpected
 
Today, after a 72 hour shift at the fire station, a woman ran up to me at  
the grocery store and gave me a hug.  When I tensed up, she realized I  didn’
t recognize her.  She let go with tears of joy in her eyes and the  most 
sincere smile and said, “On 9-11-2001, you carried me out of the World  Trade 
Center.”
 
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Try to get this one out of your head-
(very slightly edited)
 
Never Say Die
 
Thunder crashed as he climbed up the stairs.  She still hadn’t  returned.  
He’d worry, but that took too much effort.  He slowly  opened the door to 
their room.  Her errands didn't usually take this  long. He opened the door to 
the bath, and then decided not to take  one.  He was alone in the house – 
no one would smell him.  He pulled  his shirt off, and undid his pants.  ‘She’
ll be back tomorrow’ he thought  as he lay in bed next to her corpse.  ‘She
’ll be back.

 
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Somewhat edited-
 
Why?
 
She loved him for this. His blatantly primitive refusal to join the rest of 
 the world. 
She'd stayed by him through it all and he knew that no matter how fierce  
the fight, she would not abandon him. Not even for something he did in a  
desperation. Not even
when she heard answers she did not want to hear. There is no going  back.
 
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slightly edited-
 
Waited just a little too long
 
Today, we were supposed to meet in the park.  But instead I met her in 
the hospital’s intensive care unit.  And as I sat beside her bed and  
staring at her unconscious body hooked up to all the breathing equipment, I  
reached into 
my pocket, pulled out the diamond engagement ring that I was going  to give 
her... 

 
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edited-
 
A woman's dilemma
 
 
She is puzzled at first. Then, as a last resort, she hit upon an expedient 
which it was strange that no one had thought of  before.....


 
 
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nano-story pieced together from five unrelated sources
 
The Fight
 
"I really don't think you should interfere."

 
"When do you suppose they'll stop?" 

 
"The thing is, you can never really tell." 

"This is going to be bad, I tell myself with great unoriginality."
"It was one of those unexpected things that happen in politics."
 

 
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The answer you had been looking for all of your life
 
 
She switched the channel again just when they were going to  show.....
 
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Ernest Hemingway's micro-short story-
 
For sale, baby shoes, never worn.
 
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Imperfect Friends
 
I wouldn’t trade a single one of them for all the perfect friends in the  
universe.

 
 
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Memories you never had
 
Today, after telling my grandmother that I didn’t want to risk making such 
a huge mistake, she looked at me and said, “Looking back on it all, 
there are so many mistakes I wish I had had the courage to  make 
when I was your age.”


 
 
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fragment of a much longer story that says it all...
 
The Search is Over
It was beginning to get dark. He was about to give up his quest when  he
stopped at a tombstone in the cemetery. It said:
To my Beloved Edith 
1900-1947 
Rest in Heaven
 
 
 
 
 
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not a short story but a very short lesson in philosophy-
 
 
Ecclesiastes for People who like to  Complain
 
 
The Winner is always a part of the answer;
The Loser is  always a part of the problem.  
The Winner always has a  program;
The Loser always has an excuse.  
The Winner says, "Let me do it  for you;"
The Loser says, "That's not my job."  
The Winner sees an answer for  every problem;
The Loser sees a problem in every answer.  
The Winner says, "It may be  difficult but it's possible;"
The Loser says, "It may be possible but it's  too difficult." 

 
 
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actual -but very short, short story
 
The Mountain
By: Meir Liraz
 
There were two warring tribes in the Andes, one  that lived in the lowlands 
and the other high in the mountains. The mountain  people invaded the 
lowlanders one day, and as part of their plundering of the  people, they 
kidnapped a baby of one of the lowlander families and took the  infant with 
them 
back up into the mountains.  
The lowlanders didn't know how to climb the  mountain. They didn't know any 
of the trails that the mountain people used, and  they didn't know where to 
find the mountain people or how to track them in the  steep terrain.  
Even so, they sent out their best party of  fighting men to climb the 
mountain and bring the baby home.  
The men tried first one method of climbing and  then another. They tried 
one trail and then another. After several days of  effort, however, they had 
climbed only several hundred feet.  
Feeling hopeless and helpless, the lowlander men  decided that the cause 
was lost, and they prepared to return to their village  below.  
As they were packing their gear for the descent,  they saw the baby's 
mother walking toward them. They realized that she was  coming down the 
mountain 
that they hadn't figured out how to climb.  
And then they saw that she had the baby strapped  to her back. How could 
that be?  
One man greeted her and said, "We couldn't climb  this mountain. How did 
you do this when we, the strongest and most able men in  the village, couldn't 
do it?"  
She shrugged her shoulders and said, "It wasn't  your baby."
 

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