Flash Fiction: Christmas Wishes

Little Billy had a Christmas wish. In point of fact, he had several. Several little things he’d like.

He had a friend named Sarah, whose hair he thought was pretty. It was nothing more than that. He was too young to love her, to think her a crush. But he did think her hair was pretty. So he wished for similar. For his head to have as nice a blond look as her.

And so he did. When Christmas day came around he found inside his gift a wig, which he proudly placed on his head.

Now, Little Billy was a popular kid. He had many warm friends. And some of them also had things he wanted.

He had a friend name Kyle, whose feet found sports easy and quick. He could make so many baskets that Little Billy could not. And Little Billy was, admittedly, a bit jealous. Just a little. He wished he could run and jump so well. Continue reading

Microfiction: Piano Player

“I get to play. I get to play. Wrong note. Wrong note. Wrong note. Wrong note. Wrong note.” His little fingers leave red marks on the white keys.

“Hahahahaha. Don’t you love the songs I play?”

His wrists dislocate. The music gets faster. Continue reading

A Smattering Of Favorite Books #3 (Horror Edition)

It’s more than three months till Halloween, but that does not mean I can’t indulge in a little of the dark and the twisted.

Because after all, as my long time readers already know, I am a big fan of the macabre.

So, hide under your blankets, pull out a flashlight, and fear for your life, because this is a smattering of my favorite horror novels!

“The Devouring” by Simon Holt

DeVouring

  • Why I Love It: Honestly, the premise alone was enough to get me. A race of creatures that fill up a person, and banish them to fear dreams? Symbolic fear dreams no less? Sold. Bring me that book now. Throughout, there’s just this feeling that the author threw every dark thing he had into the story, creating imagery that seems like a mix between Alice In Wonderland and A Nightmare On Elm Street.  
  • Favorite Quote: “…No one can see it, the life they stole, your body’s here but not your soul….”
  • Read This If You Like: Disturbing imagery, and creative monsters.

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Flash Fiction: Candles And Hollow Men

This story is surreal. It’s strange. It’s downright weird.

It’s a symbolic tale of a man’s fight to remain whole.

It’s called:

Candles And Hollow Men

By the light of a double flame I saw my death, half-obscured by the shadows of an empty cabin at night. Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Snow Days

It’s getting towards summer time, so I thought I would write a horror story set in an apocalyptic winter.

The idea made sense at the time.

So button up your coats, and don your winter caps, because this is a flash fiction called:

Snow Days

There are very few times when smoke pooling out of your mouth is a good sign. Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Waking Nightmares

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

Flash Fiction: All The World’s A Stage

Good satire is like good horror. They both makes us feel uneasy about our world.

Here’s my attempt to blend the two together, a flash fiction called:

All The World’s A Stage

Can you imagine being watched by a million people? Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Plague Ground

So microfictions are fun, and a nice reading snack, but I prefer something a bit more…hearty.

So, with that in mind, I’m bringing back the Flash Fictions! It has been a full month since I last wrote one, and I’m glad to be back at it!

So let’s celebrate with a flash fiction about fear and disease. A tale of an elderly woman, titled:

Plague Ground

Children are…a sickness. Continue reading

Microfiction: The Other White Meat

DO NOT READ THIS!

The story contained below is the darkest, most morbid thing I have ever written. If you’re at all squeamish, or easily disturbed, do not read this story. Go somewhere else! There are tons of other articles out there. Go look at one of those.

You were warned…

The Other White Meat

As the blood of his youngest-born child lapped at the edge of the pot, he wondered if he had made the right choice. Continue reading

Flash Fiction: The Wave

Wondering what that countdown is about? Well, I am running a bit of a contest here on Coolerbs Reviews.  If you’re interested, come check it out, right here: Click Me

The end of the year approaches, and a new one begins.

But what if, instead, it just ended?

Let’s explore a possible way we could all die, with a flash fiction called:

The Wave

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Flash Fiction: Intelligence Quotient

Did you guys all have a good Thanksgiving?

Mine was excellent.

But now that I have had my fun, I thought I would bring you something…

A world where intelligence is the only thing that is valued.

A flash fiction called:

Intelligence Quotient Continue reading