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Flash Fiction Friday: reptilia

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

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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

Blog Post / flash fiction / Flash Fiction Friday / Literary Blogs / Spring 2018 / Uncategorized

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

Blog Post / flash fiction / Flash Fiction Friday / Literary Blogs / Manuscript Readers / Spring 2018 / Uncategorized

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

Blog Post / Fall 2016 / flash fiction / Flash Fiction Friday

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

Blog Post / fall 2015 / Flash Fiction Friday

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