Stories to intrigue, told in 2K words or less.
I awoke to the smell of ash, and the taste of rot, and the whispers of nightmares. At the foot of the bed was a shriveled corpse, with a blue jacket laid over it.
“Well, did it work?” came a voice from the walls.
I pushed off the blanket and it slid onto the floor. Next to me, by my head, the window blinds covered up a sight I was sure I did not want to see. I focused on my center and spoke in a calm, collected voice. Continue reading
I thought I’d try playing around with perspective a bit, and this was the result. A story called:
An empty pair of glasses laid on a table, a thick, syrupy liquid running down the left lens. Around it boiled various beakers of odd colors and odder smells. The glasses reflected light across the spectrum of human vision. A literal rainbow cast into the air. Continue reading
This is part three of the tale of a woman and a curious dating app. If you haven’t read the first or second parts, you can find them by clicking on the links.
For everyone else. Let’s continue!
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When I got to the actual car, walking away from the staring public, it was twice as ugly as I thought it would be. A pickup is already a shitty car anyway. Power sure, but no class.
The light blinked on, and I heard the sound of my never would have been date walking over. I got into the car and listened to the muffled sound of his shoes against the street. Continue reading
This is part two of the tale of a woman and a curious dating app. If you haven’t read the first part, you can find it by clicking on this link (CLICK HERE)
For everyone else. Let’s continue!
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The dark streets gave way to the inside of the place and the bustle of people talking in a too quiet way that added up to a too loud room. Waitresses, all Asian-looking, but probably American-born, walked from table to table serving food on wood platters. Sake looked good right about then.
The hostess looked at me once, made some internal judgment, and waved to me. I gave her my full attention and glared.
“May I get you a table?”
“I have a reservation for two. It’s under Barry.” Continue reading
I’m late! I’m late! I’m sorry guys, there was a bit of an issue with my usual editing process and I couldn’t get this out on my usual Saturday.
I hope you forgive me :(.
But, to make up for it, I have a massive treat for you. A story that took many hours to craft and refine, and is so big that it will take three parts to tell it.
It’s the story of a woman and a not so ordinary dating app.
I call it:
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My phone lit up in my hand, and the dating application icon bounced twice.
“We know,” it said.
The words were faint. The sound almost unheard. But I looked at it and scoffed in my head. I doubt they really knew; I’d covered up everything perfectly. Continue reading
Oh yeah, this is going to be weird. Strap in folks.
I call it:
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Let’s paint a picture shall we? Let’s go with a living room. It’s a tad hazy at first, though. Since I didn’t give you any specifics. Or you just subbed in a living room like the one you have, or what a friend has. But you can see a living room now. You should see it clearly. Continue reading
In honor of the holiday, a story meant for those of us without a “standard” Valentine’s day to enjoy.
It’s called:
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She broke my heart earlier today, with a soft push to get past me, and a look of severe discomfort. This woman, the one I looked at for so long, the first person to ever let me have the strength to be this brave, shattered me.
The way only a person I care for can. Continue reading
I thought I was done with them. That they were gone. But they would not leave my head. So, as another first for this site, may I present the first “Flash Fiction Trilogy” to ever grace Coolerbs Writes.
I have no idea if there will ever be another. Or even if I will finally be able to leave these characters alone. But until then, enjoy the third installment in this weird story about the end of this world.
If you haven’t already, I HIGHLY suggest you read “My Fingers Are Cold” and its sequel “My Feet Are Cold” before you even attempt this one.
For everyone else, let’s begin:
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Our hearts are cold, so he snuggles up between us. He is warmth. He radiates it from every inch of his skin. From his still growing hair, to his hands no larger than our fists. He opens his eyes, and stares at us with those globes of pure yellow light.
Continue reading
Marking a first time for this blog: a direct sequel story. If you haven’t read “My Fingers Are Cold” then I recommend you do. Or none of this is going to make any sense.
And for those who have already. May I present:
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My feet are cold, so I wrap them in the last of my bandages. I once had shoes. But I wore them out a long time ago.
So now, as I run up the hill and along the street, my feet are perpetually cold. Continue reading
He puts down three glasses in front of me.
“Drink.”
He holds out his hands, palms upward, gesturing over them.
“Have a drink.”
“Do I have a choice?”
”Of course you do. You get to pick which one to drink.”
I lean across the table, getting as close to him as I can. My tape recorder’s still going in my pocket.
“And then you’ll tell me who killed Becca?”
“Of course.” Continue reading
The sound of an alarm pushes its way into my consciousness. I was awake a second ago from my perception. Probably about twenty minutes asleep.
Oh, who am I kidding? It was exactly twenty minutes.
“Hello sir. It’s wake up time.”
“I know, I know, thanks Charlie.”
“You’re welcome sir. However my name is not Charlie.” Continue reading
Let’s finish this!
May I present, the eagerly awaited third part of…Hunting Range!
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“Filthy breeder thinks he can hide,” one of them says, the machine in his hands giving him directions to where I am. Continue reading
The action continues…with the second part of Hunting Range!
If you haven’t seen the first part, join in on the dystopia thriller by clicking here: PART 1
For everyone caught up, here’s part 2!
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I don’t think about my destination, only about the line I walk. I keep moving from side to side with skittering, random steps; left and then right, a lurch every time I feel a bead being drawn on my back. Continue reading
Stretching the definition of “flash fiction” a tad, I present a three-part story.
A story of a city where the worst crime you can commit, is the most natural thing in the world.
It’s called:
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The pregnancy test shows positive, and now we run for our lives. Continue reading
I now present the second part of Guitar Case!
If you haven’t read the first part, then click here: PART ONE
For the rest of you, let’s begin.
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And indeed he was not curious, there was no reason to open the case. It was a backup guitar. It was only there in case his main one broke. So far, he had never needed to open it. Continue reading
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