Flash Fiction: A New Place (Part 2 of 2)

Time to continue our journey to a new place with the second part (click here for the first part) of a flash fiction called:

A New Place


Benjamin opened his mouth and only uttered out the simple question of: “Who are you?”

The boy crossed his arms and swayed from side to side. He was wearing a strange outfit upon further inspection: a purple and yellow pair of pants, and a deep crimson red shirt. All the clothe looked threadbare and worn out.

“I’m not sure, actually. I tried to figure it out one time: but I had a headache.” Continue reading

Flash Fiction: A New Place (Part 1 of 2)

In this flash fiction, beyond the hedge: there is a world. A world containing a choice, a boy, and something…off.

I call it:

A New Place

Benjamin Nosh, age thirteen, stared at the gap in the wall of hedges. He was sure he’d never seen it there before, not in all the days he’d walked home from school.

He leaned forward, peering inside, but only found a second, further away wall of hedges stretching in either direction. Benjamin, back when he lived in Illinois, had spent some time in a corn maze at a festival, and this looked much the same. Like a hallway made of foliage. Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Against The Wall

If I did not have a gun, this man would worry me. With the gun, I was only on professional high alert.

Perhaps a description would be useful in this, a reference point to the creature—once human.

He had the usual marks—dark green veins around his mouth. Had the standard shadows at his feet dancing and snapping at things. Each time they touched me I got cold.

He also wore a black suit. Continue reading

Valentine’s Day Flash Fiction: It’s Kind Of Awkward

Let it be said that I do not always do stories which are all doom and gloom. This one is, shocker, a pure romance story. Served to you a couple of days before the day of couples, Valentine’s Day.

I hope you enjoy this tale. It’s called:

It’s Kind Of Awkward

The thing about her was that I knew. I did not think I could know. It was astonishing.  Flabbergasting to even comprehend that such a person could exist.

But, there she was. Standing there, and looking around with big eyes, and I just…melted. A little ball of wax in my heart moved to liquid. A slow thing gliding down my chest. Continue reading

Christmas Collection #1: Favorite Flash Fiction! “Flash Fiction: Across A Year”

(Originally posted July 16, 2016)


I have no idea if the weight of two people on the hood of a car is good for it. But I don’t care. It holds us up in more than one way.

I stare out at them, the stars, and I think a lot of things. I’m told that’s a pretentious thing to say. I’m told we live in a world full of clichés and platitudes. And yet, like so many before me, I like looking at them, and wondering.

“You’re thinking again,” she says, and I like to hear that voice of hers.

I like to look at her too, even if it’s only this time for a brief sidelong glance. Continue reading

Christmas Collection #4: Scariest Fiction! “Flash Fiction: Waking Nightmares”

(Originally posted March 11th, 2015)


For those that don’t read the comments at the end of my articles (read: everyone), my blogger friend Nemo proposed the idea of a story that used a location as the central character. (You can read the conversation here: Click me). I decided it sounded like a cool idea.

Here’s my attempt at it.

It’s called:

Waking Nightmares

It occurred to me on a random summer night, while I was laying on the singular bed inside a house with no fewer than fifty rooms, that I will never kill anyone. Continue reading

Christmas Collection #5: Funniest Fiction! “Flash Fiction: Complicated And Nuanced”

(Originally posted April 2nd, 2016)


Nobody ever said creating art was easy.

A flash fiction called:

Complicated And Nuanced

“AHHHH!” the man screamed at the empty sheet of paper, making it move in a slight, wavering fashion on the mahogany wood table.

He reared back, his face taking on a bluish tinge, and he breathed in and out. The man sounded, vaguely, like a squeaky toy caught underneath a car’s tire. Continue reading

Christmas Collection #10: Most Popular Flash Fiction! “Flash Fiction: The Monster At The End Of The Hallway”

(Originally posted November 15, 2014)


Two flash fictions this week?

Is this some kind of crazy dream?

Maybe…

But even if it is, I invite you to enjoy it.

With a story called:

 The Monster at the End of the Hallway

There is a monster at the end of the hallway. I turned on the light and behold he was there. The fact that I had not noticed him ’til now was, to be frank, baffling. The wood in my house should have given me warning, nothing that large could have walked that silently. Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Being Happy In The Morning

It’s getting cold even here in Florida, so I thought I’d write something a little joyful and a little warm.

I call it:

 Being Happy In The Morning


Too early to do this, Charles concluded. Too early in the morning. But Charles would not have it any other way.

The wrapping: silver. The shape: a hard rectangle. He felt the spine underneath his fingers. Too easy. Did not matter if he was tired, he could tell this shape in his sleep.

“So, it’s a book, but which one?” Continue reading

Flash Fiction: We Were Always Here

Gerald did not know when he’d turned off the lights. He’d been sitting in the dark for a long time. The screen the only source of illumination, not even a lantern worth of light to see. His stomach curled up and hard, twisting. He closed his eyes for a moment, and breathed out, trying to force images out of his head. Faces and names and moments.

The screen showed he’d pulled up a few different chat bubbles. He’d not typed into any of them. They all had a few things in common, a few connecting features between the people presented. Girls. Women. Above his age. Never spoken to any of them. Never video chatted. Cost too much. Continue reading

Late Flash Fiction: Thankful

Sorry! I’m late! Thanksgiving threw off my whole schedule, and I’m getting this post out about an hour past Saturday.

Please forgive me :(.

For those who do forgive me, and haven’t run off in anger, may I present a type of story I’ve always wanted to do. An admittedly self-indulgent tale of one man, and his many imaginary friends.

I call it:

Thankful


The table was so big it would not be available on the standard commercial market. It also made no physical sense. So, it was a good thing the man at the head of it, at least in this world, was a god. Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Scammy

The email looked legit.

Hello sir or madam, I am happy to inform you that you have made so many of billions of dollars. Due to a ridiculous series of tax laws and reformatting of the entire currency system, along with the rising of a dark sorcerer, you are set to receive seventeen billion dollars in the next week. We only need you to enter your bank account data to make the transaction complete. Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Go To The Mountain And See

Though ruffled and abused, the map showed this was the place. This, at the top of the mountain, was the location I’d been told to visit. I spoke to the masters of all the arts, and they said, in one voice, to go to this spot and see what was there. That it would be the most memorable moment of my life.

It didn’t disappoint—except in almost every way possible. Continue reading

Flash Fiction: You Are Hungry

Here is a story in the always tricky second person point of view.

I hope you hadn’t just eaten, because…

YOU ARE HUNGRY


You are hungry. You have this feeling in your head like you might fall over if you’re without food for too long. You desire the sweetness of meat, the richness of cream, and the salt and gristle of many things. Continue reading