flash fiction
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The Descent of Father Armand
Father Armand had heard the whispers long before he found the key. They rose from beneath the cathedral floor, curling into his dreams. When the sexton’s ring yielded an iron key too ancient for any lock aboveground, Armand knew it… Continue reading
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A Place That Still Exists
Have you ever woken up on another planet? No, not the kind of trip you take with psychedelics. I mean literally opening your eyes one morning and realizing you’re no longer in your own bed, or even your own solar… Continue reading
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Doorways
For reasons I still can’t explain, the door felt different that night. Not in any obvious way. Just a faint glow at the edges that didn’t quite belong. It carried with it a charge of danger, and, more unsettling still,… Continue reading
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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
God Is In The Radio 