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

Flash Fiction: Waking Nightmares

For those that don’t read the comments at the end of my articles (read: everyone), my blogger friendĀ 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