The lizard child is tapping on his sometimes prison, usually room; toenails tapping out a mantra against walls he doesn’t understand. For a creature that supposedly should have spent its life running across the arid plains, he sure trips a lot. The wedge of a head whips up to look at me, perched on my … Continue reading
Category Archives: Flash Fiction Friday
The Confession: A Monologue
Physical Description A man sits at a table drinking a 20 ounce black coffee. He’s bald, has glasses, and is wearing a brown newsboy cap. He is looking outside the window while he types on his laptop and has earbuds in. Occasionally he mutters to himself and types something. He is probably 5 ft 10 … Continue reading
Flash Fiction Friday: Converse
The sky is dark, the stars and moon shining brightly among the dark chasm of space. There’s an autumn chill in the air around me: perfect hoodie weather. Although, I’d wear a hoodie no matter the weather. My hood is up and my hands are stuffed in the middle pocket. I look straight ahead. It’s … Continue reading
Flash Fiction Friday: Intervention
He laid out a plate of cranberry glazed chicken with a side of mashed potatoes. The plate itself was a fine china and the silverware was perfectly cleaned and shining. The rough, woven tablecloth and lumpy candles on the table gave the rest of the room a more informal feeling. He hadn’t even told me … Continue reading
Flash Fiction Friday: Untitled
The library was packed, and I mentally cursed myself for coming in broad daylight. I avoided eye contact with the librarian because I still hadn’t returned that chemistry book I borrowed two months ago. I was pretty sure I had lost it. I still hated the library, but I couldn’t deny the beauty of the … Continue reading
Book Review: Between the World and Me by Ta-Nehisi Coates
While many authors, philanthropists, and authorities have provided detailed analyses of how and why racial division occurs, Ta-Nehisi Coates expresses his views through Between the World and Me, a letter to his 15 year-old-son Samori. He expresses that racism is an issue created by society and is still practiced today, no matter how inadvertent the … Continue reading
Springtime Ride
Year 1941 The hot sun was balanced out the spring sea breeze as I lay the sand—my feet bare. I had my eyes closed, already having the island’s scenery memorized, perfectly content with the peaceful atmosphere. I listened to the birds’ songs, the waves crashing, and the palm tree leaves rustle. “Are you asleep, Mrs. … Continue reading
Flash Fiction Friday: Leaving the Roost
“Leaving the Roost” His name was Mike and he wasn’t a baker. He forced-fed hamsters with Parkinson’s hands—a tiny napkin to mop up every last drop. He spilled integrity on his sheets and washed them anyway. Though his glasses reflected shimmers of silver everywhere he looked, he cleaned his applewood mantle … Continue reading
Flash Fiction Friday: Basement Magic
“Basement Magic” “Do you really think that this will work?” “Of course it will work, stop worrying about it.” “Resurrecting the dead isn’t an easy task. Even necromancers only reanimate.” “Well, why do you think I brought the two of you here to help me?” “Even if we did—!” “I said it’ll work, okay? Just … Continue reading
The Profiteer — Anton Jones
I can’t put my baby in a stroller. There are no rattles or binkies in my mansion. No cradle would ever hold her. I named her Emily but no one would ever call her that. She was the only good that ever came out of that man my parents auctioned me off to. He was … Continue reading