Tag Archives: murder
Black Widow (revision)
Yes. I’m a Black Widow, but I’m not a widow. I’m unhappily married to a freeloading spider who just squats around the web doing nothing but waste his precious energy and cost me precious sleep. I get so agitated with … 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
Monster
I kind of remember this frog I killed when I was nine. I remember being repulsed by it. It looked like some kind of freakish green monster. It leapt in the air so suddenly, like something out of a nightmare. … Continue reading
Filed under Flash Fiction, Session XXII
Screaming Giant
Mainline City’s giant started screaming one day. He wasn’t usually like that. Usually he was a quiet giant. Usually, he just stood there saying nothing. At 11:42, just before lunch, he just started screaming, louder than an air raid siren. … Continue reading
Filed under Flash Fiction, Session XXII
Lord Reginald
“I appreciate your candor,” Reginald said, moving effortlessly with the gait of his prized stallion. Juniper was still getting the hang of horseback riding, bouncing up and down on her mare. She was a little frightened when Reginald invited her … Continue reading
Filed under Flash Fiction, Session XXII
Closure (revision and new ending for “Worst Mistake”)
“Let’s just get some coffee.” Aiko sighs, as if to say, “Yes, let’s go but I still hate you.” Yeah, well the feeling’s mutual. The Starbucks is too crowded. The line goes to the door and the seats are all … Continue reading
Filed under Flash Fiction, Session XXI
Worst Mistake
“Let’s just get some fucking coffee.” Aiko sighs, as if to say, “Yes, let’s go but I still hate you.” Yeah, well I hate you too, bitch. The Starbucks iss too crowded. “Man, I hate lines.” “Well, you wanted to … Continue reading
Filed under Flash Fiction, Session XX
Restless Legs
Charles ambled down the hall with his cedar cane. Others said he had a bounce in his step, though that was probably his old fedora flopping about. “Mr. Parkway! You have to go back to your room! Mr. Parkway!” Nurses. … Continue reading
Filed under Flash Fiction, Session XX
Confession
“Father, I have sinned. Though I am a priest myself, I have not been to confession in eight months since my brother was murdered.” “I understand. Tell me about your sins.” “I have been plagued with thoughts of … Continue reading
Filed under Flash Fiction, Session XX
Fire (Revision of “Blood,” part 2)
Josh and Theo drove in amidst a shrieking stampede of people and zombies. Given the overwhelming mass of flesh in the streets, it got to the point where they couldn’t tell whether they were running over people or avoiding zombies. … Continue reading
Filed under Flash Fiction
