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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 … More

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 … More

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 … More

Contest, flash fiction, halloween, nostalgia, short story

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, … More

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 … More

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

Ears Go Deaf, Scarecrow Goes Stuffed

My left ear was clogged. A pressure inside that was uncomfortable, but not debilitating. I had become almost entirely deaf … More

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

Hanako Learns to Count

You can’t will yourself to die. You just can’t. I’ve been trying. Believe me. Sixty years now I’ve been holding … More

creative writing, elephant, flash fiction, hanako, short story, weird, zoo

Nightingale

A man wakes up lost. Around him, trees—tall as mountains—they block out the sky. The man forgets if there ever … More

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

Gala on the Grimcoast

I watch Abe under the eaves of night. We’re outside, on the balcony of an opulent estate, just beyond the … More

creative writing, excerpt, fantasy, flash fiction, life, loss, novel, short story, writer

Winter Wind and the Hay Man

The farmer plodded through the rooms of his home. The sun not fully showing yet, the world outside was washed … More

creative writing, fantasy, flash fiction, nostalgia, short story, winter, writer

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