flash fiction
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The Crow Court
The cathedral loomed in the shadows, its broken spires clawing at the sky like skeletal fingers. Mara had always thought it looked haunted, a relic of an older, stranger time, and she would have never dared to enter—until tonight. Her… Continue reading
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Lungs Filled With Hope
The sun hung low in a hazy sky, dimmed by layers of smog so thick that it was difficult to imagine a time when breathing had been effortless, free. For most citizens in the mega-metropolis of New Horizon, the oxygen… Continue reading
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The Legend Who Loved Himself (Too Much)
Once upon a time, in the grand (but slightly shabby) nation of Blandovia, a leader rose like none other. His name was Ronald Dump, and he was a man of supreme self-confidence, endless ambition, and an unshakable conviction that every… Continue reading
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The Cold Road
In the world without the sun, the cold was all its own entity. It slithered across the earth in silence, a smothering weight that pressed down on the land and left it cracked and broken. Whatever colors had once decorated… Continue reading
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A Sales Rep’s Guide To Eternal Employment
As a sales guy at GlitchWorks, Inc., I’m not one to question the ins and outs of the IT department. My job is to sell our “product,” whatever that is. The truth is, I’m pretty sure nobody knows what we… Continue reading
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We Sold Our Souls For Rock ‘N Roll – And It Wasn’t That Bad, To Be Honest
“Dude,” said Axel, lead singer of SludgeForge, as he waved the freshly signed contract in the air. “We did it. We’ve actually done it.” Jax, their bassist, leaned in, eyeing the contract suspiciously. “What … did we do exactly?” Axel… Continue reading
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Nico, The Protector Dog
Nico the Shih-Tzu took his role as the house’s guardian very seriously. Maybe too seriously. If the job came with a badge, he would’ve polished it every day until it shone brighter than his fur after a good grooming. This… Continue reading
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The Family In The Attic
The house on Redfern Lane had always felt too big for Michael Howard. After his wife passed, the creaking halls and wide, empty rooms seemed to stretch on forever, each corner steeped in shadows. He had thought about selling the… Continue reading
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The People Watchers
Every Saturday at precisely 9:00 a.m., a peculiar group of individuals would gather at Maplewood Park. They called themselves “The People Watchers.” Led by a bespectacled man named Harold, the group was as committed to their craft as any avid… Continue reading
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Carl’s Late-Night Fright
It was one of those crisp October nights when the world feels a little off-kilter, like a scene from a dream you can’t shake. Carl didn’t usually go for late-night walks—especially not when the wind had a bite like this—but… Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 