Flash Fiction

Hal peered over the bridge at the waves 200 feet below. They lashed excitedly. Another Suicide. Another body to wash away. He nearly jumped when a man grabbed hold.   “Let’s grab coffee. If you still want this after, I’ll walk you back.”   They became the best of friends that night. Something about Tom […]

The insides of the plane rattled, the seatbelt light flashed. This is why Lisa traveled by land. Why had she chosen today to face her fear? The nine-year-old girl traveling alone grabs her hand: “It’s okay, my mom says cars are less safe.” Oxygen masks drop. ​ The plane plummets. Shit and piss from the

Celia lived alone on the land. Sometimes there’d be the sound of something scratching on the walls outside. She never wavered in securing windows and locking doors… until that record-breaking hot and humid week of July. With no AC, it felt like an oven. Celia allowed the cooler air to flow through her locked screen

There are some things in life one cannot explain. As Ed sat on that toilet, he knew he was going to die. He knew it in the same way he knew he had to go number two. ​​ “Shit, shit,” he said as he tore wads of toilet paper and cleaned himself. He felt his

It would be untrue to say no one noticed that their reflections were misbehaving. Sometimes, from our peripheral view, we’d notice incongruent movement. But we always summed it up to a trick of the brain. ​ Reflections did once exist. But ten years ago the mirror people took over all reflective surfaces. Now they use

90-year-old Vivi holds to the bannister as she travels down the staircase. It’s marble, but her creaking bones make them sound like wooden ones. Ach. What she’d do to be young again. ​ “Let me help you,” says a rugged man’s voice. ​ A young, most exquisitely handsome man takes her hand. There’s a twinkle

I didn’t believe in ghosts. I came to this mansion because I figured it would be the best way to get in her pants. Scared girls make all the moves, I figured. She was so hot and little. I figured she’d need to cuddle up in bed with a strong man. But then she pulled

Her sexy boss steps into the elevator. Shit. There it is again. Sexual tension. Electric. Like static air before a lightning storm. She closes her eyes, trying to visualize her husband and son. Someone else will surely enter. But no one does. The smell of him bridges the distance between them. Accents of his musk

The bathwater steams as she lowers herself in.  She breathes in the lavender from her candles,  and tries to focus on the tune of woodland flutes.  Her kids are safely sleeping over with friends.  This should be the perfect night, and would be… If only her husband and his lover, Linda,  weren’t lying dead in

Laura,  he killed Bethany.  You know it —  I know it —  all the girls know it.  Search psychopath.  You’ll find an exact description of him.  And he’s NOT a suspect yet?  After all we’ve said?  Fucking seriously?  Probably his mom being a sitcom star. Cops need search warrants.  Not us.  We can break in,