Poem: Random Words And Phrases

This is a poem,
Only so far as it has words,
On a page,
That you are reading, Continue reading

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Halloween Flash Fiction: Ghosts Of Those Before

As I sit here, I think of them.

“And that is the agony,” Brandon Scott muttered and ran his hands through his hair. His eyes were tired, one more than the other, and his head was just a little off. “Sometimes I wonder what happens to them—and if it’s any different from what will happen to me.” Continue reading

Year Two Christmas Collection #5: Most Meta Flash Fiction! “Flash Fiction: Authorial Intent”

(Originally April 8th, 2015.)


Writers create people.

People they control.

But sometimes, those people rebel.

A story about stories called:

Authorial Intent

Jimmy Twostep was a good man; he paid his bills when he could, and loved his wife and child dearly. He lived a rather normal life, a mundane life.  But today was special, today was good: the sun was shining, the breeze was a gentle pleasure, and the air smelled of flowers in bloom. It was by all regards quite the perfect day for Jimmy.  It was a shame then, that on this beautiful Friday, he was destined to die.

“Wait, what!?” Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Home All Alone

Something was off with her footsteps. They sounded wrong.  Jessica could not place why. She wandered, mostly bare legs moving through the subtle air-conditioning breeze, and her long silk shirt hung over her shorts.

“Hey, mom, are you home?” she asked, then stood ultra-still, and waited for some indication of a living being. Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Dark Zone

In a town like this, you learn not to drink from the water fountains. This lesson, among many others, came with living in a Dark Zone. We are one of the towns you hear about in horror stories. We have a curse from someone or something always popping up around once a month.

For most of us, life is short. But you can manage to survive longer if you bother to be smart about what you are doing.

You must be self-reliant, because it’s not like you will get much help. The thing about Dark Zones is that we can’t communicate out of it to anywhere but other Dark Zones. If the type of phenomena we regularly experience ever reached the attention of the mainstream media, it would change the world. If a single person escaped after being pulled in, we might have the entire country’s military come down to purge the place like a zit on the fabric of reality.

But we can’t, so they don’t. 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

BioShock Blew My Mind

My first experience with the BioShock franchise came years before I actually found the games. Instead, I learned the lore from random quotes, videos, and audio clips. Rapture: a city run on a variant of Objectivism. And back then, being a kid with a bit of an unchecked ego, I found the idea appealing. What if, like Rapture attempted, humanity took the best and brightest and let them do whatever they wanted away from scrutiny and restriction and censorship? What a world could we make?

But then, after a while, the appeal faded away. Not a workable philosophy in my day-to-day life, so discarded. Objectivism I “objected” to–if you’ll forgive the wordplay.

But the game came back around. In a store, there BioShock Infinite sat. I wasn’t the one who bought it either, a friend did. And I traded off The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim for it. It was a temporary trade.

A month or so later, I bought my own copy of BioShock Infinite. Continue reading

Me vs. Me: A Debate With Myself

“What’s the point of this Brandon? Why are you putting yourself through this? All this worrying?”

“Well, I want to do something different on the blog.”

“Different how?”

“You know: new. I write about writing all the time now. I used to write about movies, but even that didn’t stick. I love writing fiction, but they don’t read it enough. I write this blog for them. Not just for me.”

“Well, then write more personal stuff.”

“I can’t.” Continue reading

Microfiction: Microfiction

“Alright,” Brandon Scott said, sitting down at his desk, “what am I going to blog about today?”

His laptop turns on with a flash of light, and he clicks away a few pop-ups. After a moment, he reaches for his phone and pulls up his favorite playlist.

“Well…I haven’t done a micro fiction in a while.” Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Authorial Intent

Writers create people.

People they control.

But sometimes, those people rebel.

A story about stories called:

Authorial Intent

Jimmy Twostep was a good man; he paid his bills when he could, and loved his wife and child dearly. He lived a rather normal life, a mundane life.  But today was special, today was good: the sun was shining, the breeze was a gentle pleasure, and the air smelled of flowers in bloom. It was by all regards quite the perfect day for Jimmy.  It was a shame then, that on this beautiful Friday, he was destined to die. Continue reading

Netflix Quest: #9. Rubber

The planes of chaos exist, but does not have a location. It’s very nature makes it this way.

The reason I found myself in it was that it was a major shortcut. By going through here I am skipping across almost a continent of space. It was worthwhile, but incredibly dangerous.

The path I walked was the only stable thing in this dimension. The rest of the space was howling chasm, filled with random bits and bobs. A sound like that of a dying cat could be heard almost indefinitely.  Continue reading