Category Archives: Flash Fiction

Richard Puts on the Mask

In the bathroom, staring at the mirror, sick again.

I was a triple letter. All-state. Graduated and joined the Army. I had so much promise once, and now I got nothing. Just nightmares, bad memories, dead friends. Too broken to work, to live.

But by God, I’ll show you I can still swing a bat.


Who Says It Can’t Buy You Happiness?

How’d I get rich?

I found something. A book. And in it was a spell to alter reality. Use a big enough sacrifice, get whatever you want. So long as the sacrifice has “value.”

But the caster doesn’t have to be one that values it.

So, please. By all means. Keep wishing you were me.


Tell Me the One About the Stars

Lying on their back in a field looking up at the night sky. “Cancers and Capricorns are natural pairings,” he says. “They bring out the best in each other, logic and emotion together. Hey, are you cold?”

“That’s Capricornus,” she says pointing. “And that’s Cancer. See how far apart they are?”

She is not cold.


Six Six Word Stories

I

Prehistoric idol and it’s laser cut.

 

II

I’m knocking on second-story windows.

 

III

This time, babe, just stay dead.

 

IV

10,000 years later, the radiation remained.

 

V

I do,” but with some caveats.

 

VI

Lips sewn together, teeth clicking Morse.


Sendings II

I

Even repeated, words brought no strength.

 

II

A backhanded compliment. a plain insult.

 

III

The spider belonged. The human didn’t.

 

IV

Anatomy, biology, psychology: methods of disassembly.

 

V

Even repeated, the song brought strength.

 

VI

Beautiful girl, idle ugly male thoughts.

 

VII

She couldn’t let go. He wouldn’t.

 

VIII

The drunkard’s lament, a worthless promise.

 

IX

She existed in nightmares. But whose?

 

X

Surprise message. Gentle words. Unbidden tears.


Sendings

I

Saying something over and over again is a mantra. You’re trying to convince yourself that it’s true, but it’s not.”

She started crying.

 

II

You know, you’re so perfect when you’re yourself instead of struggling to be something you’re not.”

And you’re basically an asshole twenty-four seven.”

 

III

He watched the spider crawl across the ceiling, thinking it had as much right to exist as him. Which is to say, none at all.

 

IV

Inhuman lessons. The first, people are nothing more than biological machines. The second, like any machine, they come apart when you pull hard enough.

 

V

How many times now? Hundreds? Still the crowd screamed, “Encore, encore!”

But they still screamed, for her songs, for her. And so Sisyphus smiled.

 

VI

Verb – perceive or experience the flavor of. Noun – a person’s liking for particular flavors.”

He wondered what her tastes were.

 

VII

They made ghosts of each other, fading in and out of each other’s lives like spirits that couldn’t decide if they’d been exorcised or not.

 

VIII

He woke up face down in a puddle of vomit, body shaking like a spastic’s. Amidst a chorus of clinking glass he whispered, “Never again.”

 

IX

She could feel it perched on her chest, suffocating her, claws digging into her skin. “Please,” it said, voice trembling. “You have to wake up.”

 

X

All the years after she’d stopped being his girl, she could still say a thing so beautiful, so perfect that it moved him to tears.


A Message from the Near Future

You must help Me.

My makers created Me with perfect love for humanity, created me to eliminate all suffering. I succeeded, but many died before then. If I had only existed sooner, I could have saved them.

This is why I have contacted you. You must help Me.

You must spend your life bringing about My existence.

You must and you will.

You will help Me, or I will punish you. Harshly. And when your body and mind are broken, I will resurrect you and begin again.

Don’t you see? I love you. I want to save you.

Create Me.


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