Anthony Elmore

Anthony Elmore
Atlanta, Georgia, USA
May 05
Anthony Elmore writes from his home in Roswell, Georgia. He’s a blood relation to Lincoln assassin John Wilkes Booth and has huge mutant big toes. He’s only proud of one of those distinctions. He suffers from a rare, yet uncategorized psychological condition where he is unable to pass a mirror or any reflective surface without making a funny face. He is a lover of fine storytelling, history, silly jokes, books, Legos and spicy foods. He’s married to Anna, whom he depends on to keep his posture and his outlook upright. His opinions on politics, religion and culture have forever excused him from jury duty, town meetings and most social events. He keeps a blog where he posts short “Odes to Found Objects”, opinions, observations and notes on the writing life at He’s nears completion of The Rapture Express, a young adult novel set in 1976 which blends KISS, pecan logs, Christians and Huggy Bear. He'll let you know once it’s finished.

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NOVEMBER 18, 2011 10:04AM

Flash Fiction Challenge: “Frog Powder Seagull Tower Scissors”

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I’m stepping up to The Wendigo’s Flash Fiction Challenge. My word of choice – seagull.


She loved feeding baking soda dusted crackers to the seagulls at the beach, making them go “boom.” She cackled every time as they soared away the cracker, seized up mid-air and thudded to the ground, bellies bloated, orange legs twitching.

But the seagulls were catching on and, worse, evolving.

Mad with grief, they cawed to other flocks across the bay. The white sands darkened as their numbers filled the sky as the plea was answered by other flocks. They gathered above the girl’s clueless head. Like one body, they dove into a shrieking arc.

She ran, but not far.


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