Flash Fiction: When Art Has More Power

The two sat in fluffy chairs on live television.

“Did I ever tell you about the time I was nauseous? It was such a surprise to me. I thought I was getting food poisoning.”

The interviewer smiled at him, but she was nervous underneath the makeup. Her producer told her it would be a good idea to interview one of the Creators, but then they gave her a horror one. Continue reading →

Microfiction: Hurled Against The Wall

A book’s spine is not meant to hit a wall, but, there it slid down, coming to a forlorn, bent-out-of-shape slump on the ground.

Samantha crossed her hands over her chest and pouted. She’d been enjoying that book, loving the characters, the concepts, where it was going—but now…

A quick darting motion brought her phone up to use, as it had been an hour before, and her text sent at the speed of technology.

That was horrible. Continue reading →

I’ve Lost Control Of Them

“Bobby, tell the doctor what you said to me.”

“…I had…have, voices in my head. They talk to each other.”

“Is that all?”

“No… no. I can’t help but listen to people secretly, and I try to remember how they said things. I see random parts of things I don’t really understand. Actions, faces…that sort of stuff. Like a scene from a movie. I don’t always know what they mean.” Continue reading →