Karina Cooper

Flash Fiction 

1. Profanity-Laden Flash Fiction: Be Warned!—05/06/2011

   The fancypants penmonkey you all know as Chuck Wendig has laid out yet another flash fiction challenge. This one suggests—indeed, even demands—profanity, both in title and in the body of the work. Given that I am forever twelve years old at heart, I can’t help but oblige. Now, pay attention: This thing’s got profanity leaking out of its orifices. It doesn’t matter which orifices, just understand it has them and bad words are leaking from all of them. If you do not like it, do not read. Seriously, don’t. Okay? Okay.

2. Flash Fiction: Looking Too Hard—04/11/2011

   Beneath my feet, peanut shells crack as I shift. My small table is away from the bar; I have an unfettered view of the men—and, I must admit with some disdain, some women—who scream and cheer. You’d think it was them what was playing. Them what sent that ball careening into the virtual crowd. Escapist bastards. I am rapidly growing impatient.

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