flash fiction
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Neither Snow Nor Rain Nor Your Eternal Screams
On the dead-end stretch of Hemlock Circle, the lawns were manicured, the dogs were quiet, and the mailboxes were all sealed with holy water and zip ties. Because of Harold. The mailman. He came every day at 3:33 PM, sharp… Continue reading
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The Epistle of Zarnak
It was found in the crawlspace behind Father Lorenzo’s confessional booth, bound in eel skin and smelling faintly of burnt copper. The Vatican had no record of it. No index matched its glyphs, and the pages whispered to one another… Continue reading
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The Dandelion Rite
Every spring, just as the dandelions began to blossom, the townsfolk of Gristlethatch performed The Planting. It was tradition, ancient and grim. No one quite remembered how it started—some said it was in the town charter, others blamed the bees—but… Continue reading
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Cast No Shadow
Darkness wasn’t a lack of light in Grandma Marla’s house. It was something else. Something present. The first time I noticed it, I was six, chasing a dropped spoon under the dining table. My fingers reached for silver, but touched… Continue reading
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Animal Husband
It started with the teeth. Not the growing or sharpening of them—the shedding. Molars clattered into the sink like coins. Canines splashed into soup. He’d smile and leave bloody holes where speech used to live. “He’s just under stress,” his… Continue reading
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A Very Dysfunctional White Elephant
The Hensley family Christmas was always a volatile affair, but this year promised to be especially catastrophic. Aunt Carol, freshly divorced, arrived with a bottle of merlot she refused to share. Uncle Greg had already dipped into his “festive flask,”… Continue reading
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The Tree That Started At All
The crash echoed through Sophie’s tiny apartment, followed by a muffled curse. She stared at the toppled Christmas tree, ornaments strewn like glittering casualties across the floor. Her first Christmas in her new place wasn’t going as planned. A knock… Continue reading
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Under the Mistletoe
Beth loathed the office Christmas parties, their hollow cheer, stale garlands, and forced laughter that echoed too sharply off sterile walls. But this year, something felt off. Shadows seemed to pool deeper in the corners, the flicker of the fluorescent… Continue reading
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A Candle on Christmas Eve
Every Christmas Eve, Alexandra lit a candle in the frost-rimmed window of her crumbling Victorian home. It was more than tradition; her grandmother had whispered that the flame would guide lost souls back to where they belonged. It had burned… Continue reading
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The Dreamweaver’s Crossing
Dr. Mira Feld sat at her desk, sifting through a stack of patient notes. Her latest session with Julian had been strange—stranger than usual. Julian was a prolific dreamer, prone to intricate stories of soaring mountains, glittering oceans, and cities… Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 