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Rowdkil

The moon hung, silently. Somewhere far, a clock ticked past two. The forest slept. Well. Mostly. Around a small, dying … More

beavers, dam, fantasy, fiction, flash fiction, flash story, nature, short fiction, short story, story, writer

The Waves

Her phone rings rings rings – riiiing. Hello Hi, you little thing She drops the phone. Cries out. Little thing, … More

beach, daughter, death, fiction, flash fiction, flash story, mom, mother, short story, story, waves, writer

Monster Egg

I took myself to the hospital. Feeling sick. Pretty dizzy. ‘Well,’ the doctor said. ‘You’ve got an egg in your … More

death, doctor, egg, fiction, flash ficton, flash story, horror, monster, science fiction, short story, story, writer

Fortune In a Cookie

  Your life is meaningless. Lucky numbers: 89, 9, 20, 19 So reads the fortune within your after-dinner cookie. You … More

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Guy’s Got a Jukebox

I’m just tryna drink. It’s late. After eleven. And this guy. I’ve never seen him in the bar before. This … More

fiction, flash fiction, jukebox, memories, short story, story, writer

The Painted Thumb

WE OF THE PAINTED THUMBS DEMAND THAT YOU PAINT. YOUR. THUMB. They were in the dark basement of some university. … More

fiction, flash fiction, short story, story, writer

Mrs. Diary

  Hullo, Mrs. Diary, I went to the stream again this morning. That girl was still there. I didn’t bring … More

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Cold Home

Like in her nightmare. Like the coyotes from sleep. She had tripped over something. A rock, most likely. Fell on … More

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Sunshine, Sir

Sunrise. The spacecraft landed on a sand dune. Ocean not far beyond. The pod door opened, and out stepped the … More

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The Vicodin Man

At the dining room table, my brother apologized. He told me, “I’m sorry, man.” “It’s fine,” I said. “It’s just … More

brother, fiction, flash fiction, phones, short fiction, short story, story, vicodin, writer

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