Tag Archives: insanity
“I’m gonna shank you” (revision)
“If you hand me that towel, I’m gonna shank you,” he tells me. “I don’t know why I would—” “If you hand me that towel, I’m going to shank you,” he says, this time slower. His left hand cups around … Continue reading
Filed under Flash Fiction
Unique Rabbit (Revision)
Had that dream for the thousandth time. Ice cold sweats and the hangover hits my brain like a sack full of babies hitting the pavement. Left the T.V. on the Playboy channel. It’s in black and white. Just to look … Continue reading
Filed under Session XXIV, Short Story
Voices
The worst thing I ever did was give my voices names. Fontaine was a complete ass. I never listened to him. All he did was make rude comments toward women and I couldn’t tolerate that. Gertrude didn’t like him either. … Continue reading
Filed under Flash Fiction, Session XX
What do I even say?
What do I even say to the mealy paws of addiction? What do I say to two chambers and a trigger? I want to know. I want to know what is on your mind when you look at the world … Continue reading
Filed under Flash Fiction, Session XX
Raindrops
A storm broke last night and I don’t even remember it. Normally I love the rain hitting the window. However, the rain glancing off the hospital just infuriates my already raging headache. I feel like I’ve woken up from a … Continue reading
Filed under Flash Fiction, Session XIX
Dream Collection
My doctor says I should get rid of my dreams. He says they’re not real, and they’re probably a result of stress or a tumor. Maybe I should explain. I keep my dreams in jars. When the dreams are leaking … Continue reading
Filed under Flash Fiction, Session XVII
Pumpkin Pie (revision)
“You a pumpkin pie fan?” the old man on the porch shouted at Judy. He was creaking back and forth in an old rocking chair, looking every bit like the beginning of a horror movie that her brother made her … Continue reading
Filed under Flash Fiction
The Slammer (Revision)
At 7:30 in the morning, Arturo wakes up to the prismatic sunshine peeking through the reinforced windows of the warden’s office. When the prisoners were let loose during the zombie attack, many thought the safety of the prison was compromised … Continue reading
Filed under FEATHERTON SESSION, Flash Fiction
Doll Woman
He felt ashamed. When he was little, his sister used to have a doll with button eyes. He spilled cranberry juice all over that doll and it stained its pretty white stitching and its hair made of yarn. That’s what … Continue reading
Filed under Flash Fiction, Session XII
