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The Twitter #fridayflash group allows you to post links to your flash fiction and add those flash fiction pieces to J.M. Strother’s collector to be included in his weekly Friday flash reports. Not only do you get great feedback on your stories every week, the group encourages constant inspiration and allows you to discover great flash from other talented writers.

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Laura shoved Snatch’s head against the wall.

The impact dazed him and he peered through tunnel vision with his teeth clenched. His temples shook like drum heads stretched too tight.

“Was that a threat?” Laura asked.

Snatch didn’t answer. He couldn’t answer. His mind raced and sent words to his mouth, but the single impact of his forehead against the wall left him speechless, stunned; her action surprised him, shocked him.
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Snatch turned the sledgehammer around in his grip and glanced at the dark brown weighted head. On the end of the sledgehammer’s head, a stain turned the brown metal a sick mixture of purple, crimson and rust-red. Snatch licked his teeth behind his pursed lips and chewed the inside of his mouth.

“Rat,” Snatch said. “I killed a rat.”

Laura exhaled. “Maybe you should try to kill that snake I saw?” She forced a laugh in an attempt to ease out of the tense situation.
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The ground lurched beneath Snatch and he stumbled forward several steps before the ground punched him in his jaw. He recoiled from the pain and reached up to his chin.

A line of blood trickled from his chin.

It took a couple of seconds for Snatch to piece together what happened. When the ground moved under him, like someone snatching a rug from under his feet, he fell. The ground hit him, or he hit it.
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Snatch looked down at the mouse and narrowed his gray eyes. He scraped his tongue over his teeth and scratched the greasy stubble of the beard growing under his chin.

“Do you know where my hammer is?”

The dead mouse played dead.

“Do you know where my damned hammer is?” Snatch growled. His voice rumbled in his neck and chest like a diesel engine sputtering along on fumes.
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Three new #fridayflash stories

Once again, I have three new short stories written for the #fridayflash Twitter group to share with you. I like to share these stories here as well as my official #fridayflash blog, Telling Creative Lies, just in case you don’t follow the #fridayflash hashtag on Twitter. If you’re a writer, I would urge you to participate in the community, as it’s a great way to discover other talented writers and to share your work with readers who otherwise may never find your writing.

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Snatch pulled away from Laura and pushed off of the bed. He could feel his heart pound in his throat. His tongue moved and his mouth tried to form words but nothing came out.

“What did I tell you?” Snatch asked, finally.

Laura narrowed her eyes and slid to the edge of the bed. She rubbed her neck and cleared her throat. “I just told you. You told me about Danielle.”
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Snatch rolled out of bed and put his bare feet on the floor. He scratched his chin and popped his eyes open to look out into his room. The floorboards from the center of the room still leaned precariously against the wall; he’d never nailed the boards back down. He ran his fingers through his greasy hair and looked down at the floor.

He did not remember coming to bed.

He turned to look out his bedroom window and placed his hand on top of a warm body. He jerked around to stare at a woman in his bed. Her back faced him.

“Danielle?” Snatch shook her.
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Today I wanted to give you an excerpt from my published book, Overpopulation: The Choosing. The book is about one man’s struggle to escape the death sentence handed down by a government agency called The Choosing. The Choosing is a government agency commissioned to control overpopulation by killing off a predetermined list of citizens each year.

Enjoy this excerpt from Overpopulation: The Choosing.

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A few years back, I started a story called The Muse Cycle. I plan on writing more about The Muse Cycle and the complex concept behind the plot of the story soon, but for now, I wanted to share an excerpt from the book. I never finished the book in its entirety, though I did finish a first draft. As such, this excerpt is from the unedited (save for slight typo proofing) first draft manuscript. The scene describes the two main characters, Evan and Rebecca, in a somewhat clumsily written car chase.

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