Flash Fiction: Guns Drawn

Do you shoot to kill? Or do not shoot at all? This is a flash fiction called:

Guns Drawn

The twelve stood in a circle, and in the center was a person who was not human. Not alien either. Not anything understood by anyone, but there all the same.

The twelve looked nervous and wanted to find an exit. No exit existed. The walls remained white and without a door. They did not remember how they arrived in that spot, nor who the others around them might be. Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Hunting Range – Part 1 of 3

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:

Hunting Range

The pregnancy test shows positive, and now we run for our lives. Continue reading