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Hospital Stay: Flash Fiction Series #7

Alina H. Hansen Writer & Poet

Hospital Stay

by

Alina Happy Hansen

He sits propped up on some pillows. The sick smell of bleach and antiseptic is inescapable. His neighbor groans in pain behind the curtain partition. The TV flickers every other minute, the signal weak. A voice calls to him from outside the opened window. His heart beats furiously. The voice of his dead mother reaches him, getting louder as he reaches for the call button. “Why did you say you wanted me to burn in hell?”

 

If you are reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing!

I hope you will return in the future!

-Alina

Isolation: Flash Fiction Series #6

Alina H. Hansen Writer & Poet

Isolation

by

Alina Happy Hansen

 

Alone and unloved, she sits in a room that is pale and plain just like her. The window lets the sun in, trickling across the floor, across the wall until it vanishes each night from sight. There are movements and sounds coming from the rest of the house, voices seep through the walls. The other women’s howls slice through the silence. Rooms become cages to keep in the hysteria and pain. The room is her tomb where she waits for her family, sitting there in a chair, staring out the window into the sun.

 

Inspired by The Yellow Wallpaper , horrible stories of Asylums and women being treated for ‘Hysteria‘. 

 

 

If you are reading this thank you for taking time out of your day to read my writing!

I hope that you will return in the future!

-Alina

Dinner: Flash Fiction Series #5

Alina H. Hansen Writer & Poet

Here’s the first of many weekly Flash Fiction pieces I will be posting. All pieces will have less than 150 words.

DINNER

He hums to himself sharpening his knives. Her voice echoes down the hall. He positions himself, ready to slice. Her voice grows louder from down the hall. He looks at the meat, the red, bloody slab and begins to cut, cut it all up, into tiny bitty pieces until there is nothing left to cut up any more. Her voice echoes, a scream, from down the hall. The sizzle of the meat in a hot pan.

She calls out, “WHERE’S MY DINNER?!” at the top of her lungs.

THE END

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The Lighthouse: Flash Fiction Series #4

Alina H. Hansen Writer & Poet

The Lighthouse

by

Alina Happy Hansen

 

There she stood. Her figure silhouetted against the moon, distant and lonesome,  looking out towards the sea. The spinning light reached out across the void, touching waves, touching clouds until disappearing back behind the trees. Lighthouse, candle, and a memory of a death. He calls out to her from the door, hoping she’ll come back inside, inside his arms, inside the house, and forget it all. Forget the blood, the pain and the small grave.

 

If you are reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing!

I hope you will return in the future!

-Alina

When Words Lose Meaning: Flash Fiction Series #3

Alina H. Hansen Writer & Poet

Here is a rough version of a Flash Fiction piece I am working on.

 

approx. word count: 130

When Words Lose Meaning

by

Alina Happy Hansen

 

His eyes are black, she drones on, picking up her wine glass. Sips and mutters something under her breath. Her beauty blossoms in the candlelight but her words are poison, tarnishing her image. He wonders how such a beautiful woman could be so cruel. After weeks of being with this woman he has found himself growing more and more disgusted by her. Suddenly her freckles become abrasive markings, her lips stained and creased, her teeth yellow and her eyes, a dark abyss that swallows him whole. Her image begins to slip in front of him as she reveal who she really is. In the end he will marry her because everyone admires her beauty but he will no longer value words and live a life of deceptive imagery.

 

If you are reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing!

I hope that you will return in the future!

-Alina