Tag Archives: Flash Fiction
Melting – from Sanity’s Threshold
It whispers up my leg as I pass over the heater vent, the tickle of its fingers like feathers on my skin. Why did I have the heat on this late in the summer? The ting, ting, ting of … Continue reading
The Clutching, from Unconfined Delusions, coming Oct. 20
“Can you see them? They’re right there!” Jordan dug her fingernails into her wrist blazing another bloody trail down her forearm. “There’s nothing there, baby. It’s the infection.” I pull her hands apart, but they snap together like two magnets; … Continue reading
Voodoo Bady, from Unconfined Delusions, coming Oct. 20
VOODOO BABY The doll glared at me from across the room. I hadn’t believed the old woman could construct life within a doll’s body, void of pulse, but there it was, a soldier waiting for its command. The voodoo queen … Continue reading
The Basement, from Unconfined Delusions, coming Oct. 20th
The chill in the air took his breath, sucked it away leaving little icicles of dread that gripped his hope and melted it away. She was near. He hadn’t seen her face, but her presence lingered in the crevasses of … Continue reading
The Tree Trimmer
It happens every year. Thirteenth of December. Thank god he don’t bring eleven more gifts. Twelve days of Christmas and all. Our little community just couldn’t handle much more tragedy. Whoever’s pulling this prank got a fucked up sense of … Continue reading
Two Fingers
I’ve been a bartender all my life. Alcohol tends to loosen tongues, and I listen because I’m good at my job. I’ve grown fond of some of my regulars over the years. One in particular, who calls herself Big … Continue reading
The Lines on Daddy
When I was little, I thought the lines on Daddy made him look old and worn like one of his saddle blankets full of stains and rips. Both had seen better days. Now I understand each line helped him … Continue reading
The Crank
I walked these woods every day, and I usually kept to the path because the undergrowth grows thicker than an Italian’s beard, but that day I decided to explore the gully. I heard the rumors. They say a little girl … Continue reading
New growth
Grandma wore a floppy hat and garden gloves. I would carry the watering can, following her down the row as she scattered the seeds. She would kiss the seeds before she planted them in the ground. “Grandma, why do you … Continue reading
Broken Heart
Consciousness taps on the inside of my skull, but something pulls me back into a dream that isn’t mine. I’m in a room, foreign yet familiar. I want to leave, but I can’t. Dank air, ripe with mold, drifts across … Continue reading