Microfiction: Wobbly

Along the rim, they walked, and Charles became worried about his stability. His feet were not working well, and not landing well, and not going in the exact way he would have wanted them to do so.

Sasha walked alongside him and did not seem to notice his little stutters of motion. She simply handed him another drink, something she brought with her, and he took a sip of it. It wasn’t alcohol; it tasted like water. Continue reading

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Flash Fiction: Outrunning The Storm

I will not bore you with the weather, but Goddamn was it something worth running from at the moment. My feet keep hitting the pavement with a rhythm. The rhythm of motion and of panic.

“Ride the bounce, ride the bounce,” I say.

And I do. It’s not so much running now as it is my feet hitting and rebounding. Newton’s Laws in real world use.

“Hey, where you going?” yells a girl as I pass.

I’m dumb: so I answer. She’s the type of pretty that makes guys like me stumble on our own words.

I do well enough though.

“The storm!” Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Guilt

I awoke to the smell of ash, and the taste of rot, and the whispers of nightmares. At the foot of the bed was a shriveled corpse, with a blue jacket laid over it.

“Well, did it work?” came a voice from the walls.

I pushed off the blanket and it slid onto the floor. Next to me, by my head, the window blinds covered up a sight I was sure I did not want to see. I focused on my center and spoke in a calm, collected voice. Continue reading

News: Truth is stranger than…friday fictions

Alright, so it turns out I can write things that are not reviews.

Well, fancy that.

Yeah so, I recently wrote a short story. It’s called “Garbage Man”.

It was an idea I had a few months back, but I guess it took till now for all of it to be sorted out in my head.

So I wrote it. Not knowing if it was any good, or even worth a damn. Continue reading