Flash Fiction: Family Tradition
When they walked back from their parents grave, Jane confronted her older brother James about the yearly family dinner. “Now mother has passed away, can we stop eating boiled liver?” “You want to dishonor the memories of our parents?” James replied. “Mother ate it because father ate it..” “Mother always respected father.” “But father ate…
Flash Fiction: Walking Dead
The undead employees in his office didn’t make Henry panic. The Human Resource manager quickly ascended the nearest bookcase; the one containing files a650 to c1278. The unliving started to besiege him there, making guttural sounds and clawing gestures. Henry considered his options. He could either jump from bookcase to bookcase and possibly find safety that way.…
Flash Fiction: Love Song
Love Song She popped up, with that crooked smile on her face, and strew butterflies all around. Then she skipped away over the beach, occasionally picking something up. A colorful flower? A curious rock? An odd piece of driftwood? At night, when she slept, I chased her shadows away. She was the maiden. I was…
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