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Late in the Day with Gulls

The water found her feet, and there was something before and there was something after. She sat on the beach … More

birds, death, fiction, flash fiction, short story, weird fiction, writing

You Will Be Consumed

Darling Nancy awoke to the sounds of her sisters shrieking like wind through narrow corridors. She threw the covers from … More

dark, death, fantasy, flash fiction, horror, short story, weird

Mama Stops the Hourglass

Riding into town, I look at the rearview mirror, see my daughter in the back, bouncing with the bumps on … More

creative writing, daughter, death, family, fiction, flash fiction, loss, mother, nostalgia, time

A Stream of Consciousness about Brussels and Being Home

What this guy sees is smoke and he hears noise like screaming. He’s on the ground, he’s at an airport, … More

belgium, brussels, death, fantasy, fiction, flash, reality, scifi, stream of consciousness, terrorism

Nightingale

A man wakes up lost. Around him, trees – tall as mountains – they block out the sky. The man … More

creative writing, death, fantasy, flash fiction, horror, keats, monsters, short story, writer

The Baby Apollonia

Christmas Eve on the bridge, and a star in the north, blazing behind the fog. God looked down into the … More

christmas, creative writing, death, fantasy, flash fiction, god, holiday, religion, short story

The Phones

The smell of gunpowder makes its way into my nose. God. You’d think a cop wouldn’t mind the smell. Might … More

anthology, author, book, books, collection, creative, creative writing, death, dying, fiction, flash, flash fiction, flash horror, flash story, gun, gun violence, life, loss, mass, mass shooting, murder, serial, shooting, short, short fiction, short story, story, terrorism, violence, writer, writing

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