Poem: Human Teeth

Oh, you thought it was going to be subtle,

The poem about human teeth,

You probably expected a rhyme here,

Too,

But you are mistaken. Continue reading

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Microfiction: Pie

The human chest segmented into five slices within a perfectly carved circle does not kill someone if they do the proper magical procedures beforehand. This process requires two people with a great deal of skill and fortitude.

And who are utterly insane. Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Hey, Honey, Have A Look At This

Austin’s voice came so clear from the basement it made Sam look up from her magazine spread over the kitchen counter and take a step toward the sound. Her pink bathrobe swished around her ankles.

“Yeah, what is it, honey?”

“Come down, I just found something…something cool.” Continue reading

Microfiction: Desk Setup

The computer connected to the phone. A link cable, pushed into the side, made sure that the data went into the laptop, and posted to all the social mediums on the planet. The images of one life added to the collective of the rest. Giving some understanding of who owned the picture—perhaps the only understanding available. Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Dark Zone

In a town like this, you learn not to drink from the water fountains. This lesson, among many others, came with living in a Dark Zone. We are one of the towns you hear about in horror stories. We have a curse from someone or something always popping up around once a month.

For most of us, life is short. But you can manage to survive longer if you bother to be smart about what you are doing.

You must be self-reliant, because it’s not like you will get much help. The thing about Dark Zones is that we can’t communicate out of it to anywhere but other Dark Zones. If the type of phenomena we regularly experience ever reached the attention of the mainstream media, it would change the world. If a single person escaped after being pulled in, we might have the entire country’s military come down to purge the place like a zit on the fabric of reality.

But we can’t, so they don’t. Continue reading