Your MadmanI remember the first time I saw his name. I had seen it on something you had left lying around. I immediately knew he was an enemy. Everything about the name screamed at me. It is, truth be told, a beautiful name. The way it rolls off the tongue, the symmetry of the letters when it is written down, as I saw it then, as I see it now, etched in my mind’s eye forever. Sometimes I imagine the way it would roll off your tongue. On one hand the thought upsets me greatly, but on the other, I wish his name was mine.Your Madman1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Eventually, I saw him, too. You had left your phone open, and at that point I knew what it was I was looking for. I won’t lie about something like that. I am a lot of things, but deceptive isn’t one of them. After all, after everything we’d gone through over the past seven years, I thought I was owed a certain amount of leeway with your privacy. I only intended to put my mind at ease, I was so sure at that time that it was nothing. As soon as I saw his
FFM29 - Slow BuildThe cheerleader prom queen model, found limp and pale on the football field. The quarterback prom king, found nowhere. Their underlings stood scared, not sure how to think for themselves. The freaks and geeks stood a bit taller, a little less scared to think for themselves. Through the eyes of the young it all played out like a movie. Someone was sure to have written an ending with justice for all. Except, no one kept watching the movie to see that it never ended.FFM29 - Slow Build19 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The quarterback prom king is still not found. He has spent his time preparing for the grand finale.
Book of LustGregory’s flashlight beam cut through the dusty darkness, falling upon a raised podium, not unlike a pulpit, upon which stood a single, massive tome. He thought it must be what he had come looking for. He could not remember how long he had been in this place; dank and damp and dead. Some cellar or another; it all blended together after a while. As though he was approaching something volatile and indescribably dangerous, the unremarkable man stepped towards the book and its rickety resting place. Once he had gotten close enough to touch it, he put his flashlight in his mouth, curled eager fingers around it and took it from where it rested like an elderly woman getting out her nice china for tea. The first thing he noted was that it was warm in his hands. The cover was of leather, and it was leather of a sinister hue; not black or even brown but of a ruddy flesh color that made Gregory gnawingly uneasy.Book of Lust1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The sight of his own hand against the hide-covered volume quite disturbingly hi