Do you shoot to kill? Or do not shoot at all? This is a flash fiction called:
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
Let’s finish this!
May I present, the eagerly awaited third part of…Hunting Range!
“Filthy breeder thinks he can hide,” one of them says, the machine in his hands giving him directions to where I am. 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.
The pregnancy test shows positive, and now we run for our lives. Continue reading