flash fiction
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This Is My House (horror flash fiction)
We’ve all heard haunted house stories. They’re clichés now, chopped into horror films or watered down in R.L. Stine paperbacks. Families move in, doors creak, things go bump in the night. My case was different. I knew the house was… Continue reading
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The Forgiveness Ritual
Every year, on the longest night, the villagers climbed the rocky path to the hilltop chapel. Lanterns swayed gently, casting flickering halos across somber faces. They gathered beneath the cracked stone arches, voices blending into a chorus of forgiveness. “We… Continue reading
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Epistles from a Future Self
The first letter arrived in spring, tucked between his electric bill and a coupon flyer. Handwritten on thick parchment, it bore no return address, only his name, scrawled in calligraphy like the cover of a Bible. “Lo, I say unto… Continue reading
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The Strays
They started showing up in early spring, muddy-pawed, matted fur, eyes bright like lanterns. No one else noticed at first. Tourists walked right past, and shopkeepers shooed them off like any other mutts. But to the ones who slept under… Continue reading
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The In-Between
Deep in the woods, in a cabin worn by wind and time, Robert had passed many solitary days and nights. He’d long since grown weary of the world. Once a journalist, now a self-styled spiritual exile, he rarely spoke of… Continue reading
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Custodian of the Cult
Stan didn’t mind the graveyard shift at Denver International Airport. It was quiet. Peaceful, even. After the last red-eye took off, the terminal lights dimmed and the only sound was the rhythmic squeak of his mop across polished floors. He’d… Continue reading
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The Cup of Tea
The city was broken. Bricks lay like bones beneath a sky of ash. Hungry ghosts threaded through the streets, seen only by the oldest, and by those soon to die. Marta was old enough. She lived alone in the house… Continue reading
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The Wish Tree
They found her notes in the shed three days after she disappeared. Stacked neatly beneath a jar of magnolia seeds, the final page read: “I wish to become a great tree, shading all beings.” The locals weren’t surprised. Dr. Elara… Continue reading
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Where the Deltas Meet
They say the old shoreline was once holy ground. Not holy in the churchyard sense, but older, deeper, like bones pressed into mud by centuries of unspoken prayers. No one builds there now. Not since the floodwaters came and never… Continue reading
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Three Nights in the Hollow House
The old chapel on the hill was long abandoned. Moss devoured the bricks, and no one remembered the last time it held a service. But every year, during the Easter Triduum, he returned. They called him Elias. He arrived just… Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 