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Spine Call

Rrrrrriiiiiiiinnnngggg. Rrrrrriiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggg. ‘Hello.’ ‘Roland, hi, it’s me.’ Breathing. Breathing. ‘What’s wrong? You sound out of breath.’ ‘What’s wrong? I’ll tell…

fiction, flash, flash fiction, horror, short, story, weird, writing

You Smell of Smoke

It’s snowing out. A few weeks before Christmas Day. You’re shopping for presents. A scarf, red like something burning to…

christmas, fiction, flash, flash fiction, horror, short, short story, story, weird

Miss Apple Votes to Burn

I was wrapped in linens, the ones my father had traded jars of moss for in a desert town years…

clinton, election, fiction, flash fiction, horror, november, short story, trump, vote

Where Mama and the Hallowe’en Leaves Don’t Be

After sunset, and a dead boy sat in a wicker chair on the porch of his mama’s home. Seeing the…

death, fiction, flash fiction, ghost, ghost story, halloween, short story

Halloween is Upon Us, so Get to Reading…

Hello, whoever is out there, My Halloween tale “The Last Ghoulies of the Season” has been chosen as a finalist…

Contest, flash fiction, halloween, nostalgia, short story

Just a Little Light Reading For the Flight

fear of flying, flying, horror, Matheson, reading

Tart Apples

A moon swayed lightly in the sky. The slug slimed its way up and over the steps until it reached a…

animals, fantasy, fiction, flash fiction, short, summer, weird

Rotting Fruit

‘Crawl in,’ coaxed the cat, who smelled of rotting fruit and mildew. His sharp mouth sat agape.  The sparrow, who…

animals, cats, fall, flash fiction, short, weird

When in August the First We Be

The cycle came back around, started over, and as with magical things, August returned with the wind. A warm wind,…

fall, fantasy, flash fiction, short story, summer, weird

We Can Grow Squash Here, Jon

In a part of the world where you’ve never been, a meadow glows. With tulips and carnations and lilies and…

flash fiction, iraq, orlando, paris, short story, terrorism, weird

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