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Tag Archives: Flash fiction
By Olivia J. Young She had been lying like a bloated question mark for some time, how long I couldn’t say anymore. I counted days in the pooling sludge that had begun to halo around my wife, and our partially … Continue reading
By Sandor Kovacs The molecules of its brain get assembled first. The primitive piece of flesh floats inside a skull filled with boiling liquid. Bones lay in perfect order. It cannot feel the heat, though, as the receptors are not … Continue reading
A Morbid Tale by Jessica Marie Baumgartner Old age plagues my body. I am stiff, sensitive, and rotting. I stomp through my own shit to reach my feeding trough. The wood beams creak under the weight of my body and … Continue reading
A Macabre Tale by Steve Sibra Every animal has just enough brains to preserve its own hide – dead or alive. It took Adrian a year to learn how to properly skin a human being. He studied on the process … Continue reading
A Twisted Tale by Steve Sibra I awaken and I sleep and I do not know the difference between the two. In one realm my wife and children have been brutalized and left to die; they have been sewn up, … Continue reading
A Horrible Tale by Daniel Lind. You are thirteen summers old with a skip in the step. With no customers inside, I sneak out from my corner shop to catch a glimpse of you walking home from school. Youthful pearly … Continue reading
A Sick Tale by John Rickett Duct tape. Check. Old VHS camcorder. Check. Four rolls of sheet plastic. Check. Revolver—I pop open the cylinder and count six rounds. Check. This is exactly what it looks like. But it feels like … Continue reading
A Dark Tale by John Bryant The waiter nodded toward a solitary, unremarkable man—dark glasses, grey hair cropped close—seated at a table near the farthest edge of the patio. “That is Senor de Ortiz,” he said to the Condesa. “He … Continue reading
A Horrific Story by P.C. Newland In my mind’s eye I’m smoking a cigarette. I’m sitting on a porch swing in rural Georgia, or someplace like it, where sun-ripe peaches sit in rosy rows on whitewashed railings. A place with … Continue reading