Category: Flash Fiction

Video: 28 December 2020 Slow Motion Wave Crash

Everybody around me seems to constantly be going, going, going. Looking at their phones. Talking non-stop with no pauses or thoughtful reflection. Working on and off the clock. Even sitting at the table or on the couch in the evening, television turned on the… Continue Reading “Video: 28 December 2020 Slow Motion Wave Crash”

Nikki

She is as cold as the Alps. As lonely as a coyote in the desert. As lost as a highland lamb.

Expiration Date

we all have expiration dates he knew that because that’s what everyone always told him they said that when his dad died at 51 they said that when his mom got sick they said that when frank at the office fell off his chair… Continue Reading “Expiration Date”

Flyer

Wheezing and sighing, he climbed upwards, ever upwards. The thick bough between his hands branched, branched, branched again, growing thinner as it did. Occasionally he took a wrong turn, came to the end and just wasn’t high enough. He felt it, knew it. Back… Continue Reading “Flyer”

The Mountain Queen

You are the Mountain Queen. For as long as you can remember, you’ve watched the village far below you. Each night, the forge fire burns and the smith’s hammer can be heard all around you. Since the snow melted, the hammer has been silent… Continue Reading “The Mountain Queen”

The Mush From The Hill

I visited her every weekend for nearly six years. Her once-dark hair now silvered with age, but you could see she had been knock-out gorgeous in her youth. In my eyes, she was still quite beautiful. She had no family, so she claimed, and… Continue Reading “The Mush From The Hill”

Seismic Activity (cataclysmic love)

In the morning she lay, peaceful as she did, the grasses and trees which took root within her skin stretched toward the sun. The verdant greens of fresh life covered her and she rested, calm. She felt a breeze run across her hilltops and… Continue Reading “Seismic Activity (cataclysmic love)”

Visceral Perdition – Collaboration

How did I find my way here? It wasn’t supposed to be this way, was it? Looking down at my hands, I see them holding my glistening entrails, piled and ropey. I cough, and a spray of blood erupts from my lips. “You’ll soon… Continue Reading “Visceral Perdition – Collaboration”

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