Tag Archives: Toby
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
Threshold (revision)
Travis began to doubt whether Sarah was still alive. He glared at a stranger, daring the man to tell him that she wasn’t alive. He quickly got out of Travis’s way. Why now? For almost two years, neither of them … Continue reading
Filed under FEATHERTON III, Flash Fiction
Outside (revision)
I waited outside, cig slack in my jaw, glancing above the headlines of the Juneau Empire: “Zombie casualties record low,” it read. The politicians must be getting better at hiding the bodies. At least the Dr. Z kidnapping story has finally … Continue reading
Filed under FEATHERTON III, Flash Fiction
Mass (revision)
Vera and I walked to the front doors, plan running smoother than a greased handjob, when my bastard of an informant came cruising toward us. He said he’d find me. Guess I was wishing he was a liar. “Oh, rapture! … Continue reading
Filed under FEATHERTON III, Flash Fiction
Scars
May 1, 2011 I was looking at my scars today. For the first time, I felt a sense of detachment rather than horror. I wonder if I am ready to move on. I’d like to tell myself that it was … Continue reading
Filed under FEATHERTON II, Flash Fiction
Blood
Jerm used to be scared of crossing bridges when he was a little kid. Their mother told them stories about the three billy goats Gruff and Jerm was always afraid there was a troll hiding in the creek, waiting to … Continue reading
Filed under FEATHERTON II, Flash Fiction
Mass
***Author’s note: this is actually the 1st revision. I accidentally erased the original and replaced it with this. Oops! I was walking in with Vera, plan running smooth as a greased handjob when my bastard of an informant came cruising … Continue reading
Filed under FEATHERTON II, Flash Fiction
Outside
Tobias waited outside with a cigarette, glancing above the headlines of the Juneau Empire: “Zombie Casualties Record Low.” The politicians are getting better at hiding the bodies. At least the Dr. Z kidnapping story has finally gotten off the front … Continue reading
Filed under FEATHERTON II, Flash Fiction
Threshold
As Travis walked out of the Rapturist church and into the frozen streets of Juneau, he began to doubt whether Sarah was even alive. For almost two years, neither of them had felt safe, but they were alive and together. … Continue reading
Filed under FEATHERTON II, Flash Fiction
Detective
“Lucia… Sarah. I know where she is, but how do I get in? The Rapturists. This has gotten suicidal.” Tobias was talking to himself again, a habit his roommates had gotten used to. “You need to relax, dude. Want some … Continue reading
Filed under FEATHERTON II, Flash Fiction
