May I present a short, strange story about a thankless job.
It’s called:
We rise with the sun. They rise with the night. And the first step is always to make sure they do not breach the earth. We feed the soil. We water them as best we can. But they still grow out of the ground at the rate they do. So we chop off the exposed parts and force them back. Continue reading
Well, this is a new one. This week, because I ended up creating two smaller pieces instead of a flash fiction, I thought I’d present them as a package deal.
They are both comedic, so it does work…kinda.
Enjoy.
“Stand still.”
Of course I do. It seems the most obvious thing in the world. My muscles lock up so tight I can’t even bend my tongue.
“Oh, where are my manners? Breath.”
The air is cold and sweet when it rushes down my throat. My dog, Skipper, whimpers next to me. He sounds scared. But the gentleman keeps on petting him, running painted green nails across Skipper’s fur.
“Do you understand what’s happening to you? Answer and then say nothing more. I forbid you to scream.” Continue reading
I smashed in his head with a half-priced chrome shower curtain pole. It beat taking coffee any day. The buzz, THE BUZZ.
I hear some yuppie college prick sneaking up on my shopping cart. Followed along by his girlfriend, with smeared cheap-ass mascara like devil horns on her forehead. Animals the lot of them, filthy money grubbing animals.
So I put a pair of stainless steel steak knives from my thirteen-piece cutlery set through their fucking hearts.
I’d raid their wallets, but some kid in last week’s diaper snatches it and runs underneath a couple of elderly woman gumming up the forearm of some gym teacher wielding a pair of hand weights.
“Shit! I could have gotten some shoes with that, you beast.” Continue reading
It didn’t matter what the song was. It didn’t matter if it was any good. What mattered was that it had a beat, and the beat matched our hearts. That the road was clear, and the night was dark. Continue reading
“Calm down.”
This boy is going to reach critical mass. I can hear my associates chatter in my earpiece, telling me to get away.
“It’s okay now.”
He clutches the top of his head. His shadows are moving off the ground, rising up towards him in rock-like crags. A maw trying to eat him.
“I know it hurts, but you need to just stay calm.” I have my fingers on my gun. Continue reading
“I get to play. I get to play. Wrong note. Wrong note. Wrong note. Wrong note. Wrong note.” His little fingers leave red marks on the white keys.
“Hahahahaha. Don’t you love the songs I play?”
His wrists dislocate. The music gets faster. Continue reading
“Trick
This is all in my head right?
Or
Oh yes, indeed it is. But then again, isn’t everything?
Treat” Continue reading
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“Blood. Blood and fire.”
She raises the staff above her head. The mask obscuring everything.
Except the mouth. The white, smirking teeth. Continue reading
I can’t trust it. I can’t take that risk. It’s come too close before. Once my date says she needs to go use the restroom, I already know it’s over for her. The door closes behind her and I’m up. My silverware clatters and my chair falls over. It’s a subtle noise on carpeted floor, but it’s enough.
“Alright,” Brandon Scott said, sitting down at his desk, “what am I going to blog about today?”
His laptop turns on with a flash of light, and he clicks away a few pop-ups. After a moment, he reaches for his phone and pulls up his favorite playlist.
“Well…I haven’t done a micro fiction in a while.” Continue reading
“I wonder if I’ll taste good?”
It inches closer, coming out of the underbrush. Its hulking body sloshing and pooling on the ground.
“They told me he likes heavier bodies, but I don’t know.” Continue reading
“Did you see what that thing did to Charles? No one leaves this room! It could be anywhere!” The man shouted, holding a laser rifle in his hands.
The other three looked at each other. One slicked back his hair, before holding up a placating gesture.
“Okay…okay, look…put that down. We should be safe in here.” Continue reading
The worst kind of monsters are the ones we don’t see.
Because all we can do is…
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Fear the child who does not talk. For he’s the only one listening. Continue reading
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