Micropasta: Don't Go in ThereMicropasta: Don’t Go in ThereMicropasta: Don't Go in There5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Can't they take it
Should be stronger
Breathe the water
Mind distracted (bad girls)
Sons & daughters (good boys)
Out for slaughter (bad guys)
TURN THE LIGHTS OFF
- Turn the Lights Off, Tally Hall
It’s done, it’s finished. Or he’s done, rather. Your father, the monster, is dead. Dropping a toaster in the tub while he was taking his bath turned him to a twitching mess, and from there it was a brief if cathartic experience of holding his head under the water until the bubbles finally stopped. He’s dead.
So why do you feel like you’re not alone in your empty house? You are the only child your father gained custody of after the divorce, so you are the only one who should be here.
Well, the only one here who’s still alive, at any rate.
You call into the darkened basement, wondering if a home intruder stalking about down there i
End of the Line - Day 51Jane sat in the corner, staring at the locked door in front of her. A gang of Clickers were throwing themselves against its steel from, pathetically trying to break through and finish her off. She was shaking with fear, fear of what had happened, what might happen, and what she has to do.End of the Line - Day 515 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She checked her revolver. One bullet. Perfect. That's all she would need.
That realization struck a nerve, and she started sobbing as she cocked the gun and slowly brought it to up to her lips.
It had been a normal day of scavenging. Her and the others decided to venture into a desolate little farm town to see what they could find. They actually found quite a good haul, plenty of vegetables and canned food, some clothes and even a little bit of medicine. But the place had been so quiet, they'd let their guard down. That's when the Runners and Clickers had showed up, and it suddenly donned on them that the town wasn't as abandoned as they'd hoped.
In the panic and chaos they had split off and run in al
Stalking the StalkerI am not a paranoid person, but something is not right with what is happening to me. At first, I thought it was my imagination, there is no way this car is following me. After all, a car cannot have a mind of its own; it must have a driver. Yet, there was something weird about that car. Everywhere I turned, the sleek black sedan was there. It stared at me, it watched me, and it would not leave me alone. I am not sure when this began. Honestly, I have tried but cannot specifically remember the first time we crossed paths. While I could be wrong, as I usually do not pay attention to parking lots, I believe it was Sunday sitting outside my favorite antique store.Stalking the Stalker1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That day began as any other. I ventured inside to see if I could find something new for my cabinet of curiosities. Between the bones, fetuses, taxidermy oddities, wet specimens and Victorian era medical devices, it is quite the extensive collection. Unfortunately, it is becoming harder to find items that catch my ey
Nightly Visit Dante lay in his crib, unaware of the danger he was about to be in. As he rolled over, wrapped in warm blankets, a sharp change in the air around him caused him to stir. Eyes squinting, he began whimpering and tossing more urgently. No matter how much he moved, the uncomfortable chill would not leave. Gripping his blankets more tightly he heard a shuffling about the room, and a strange fluttering like wings.Nightly Visit 1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Curious, the small child opened his eyes, only to find a large black bird staring down at him. He stared back up at it, trying to process what he was seeing. It croaked down at him in a low tone, making him startle. Feeling more uneasy, Dante began whimpering harder. Tears were stinging his eyes before the bird suddenly flew off. Surprised by this, Dante’s cries quieted down, but he still looked about, wondering where the bird had gone. Had his mommy got a pet? Was that his?
Now even more curious, he pushed himself up on his tiny, unsteady feet, gripping the edg
Pay AttentionThere was a thick pool of blood spreading over the floor when she realized what she’d done. The smell of it hung in the air; a constant reminder that had clung to the walls in a painfully satiric gesture. She felt weak, and tired, and terrified, but when hadn’t she? This was a different sort of terror. This was the sort that you couldn’t get used to. It crept on down your back, inching towards your fingers in the form of an almost static buzz.Pay Attention5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Look what you did, Elma. Clean up this mess. Look what you did - you stupid bitch. Look!
Henry lay in the center of the room, paler than he had been before. His mouth was wide open, tongue lolling out lazily, as if mocking her.
Elma, you joke. Take this! And this! Look at this mess you made!
His eyes were like marbles. Hooded and blank, but focused on her, mocking her. He always mocked her. He kept doing it a
Snowflakes It was snowing. Beautiful white flakes twirled and danced around one another as Caroline pressed her face against the cool glass. She stayed like this for some time, simply content to watch the small, fragile snowflakes fall through the air without any guidance or control. Suddenly, she sat up, wincing as the window clung to her face as she pulled away. She got up off the couch she had been sitting on and looked around. The small room seemed to look back at her. The drooping, peeling wallpaper seemingly stretched into a wide smile.Snowflakes2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She looked away, sighing to herself as she made her way into the kitchen. Her father was sitting at the table, fast asleep. She smiled to herself, and went to get something from the fridge. When she passed closest to her father, he jerked awake, knocking over several bottles. When he spun around, his eyes were hazy and out of focus and his breath reeked of the foul bottle. Eventually, he f
What A Wonderful World She stood on the porch holding a rusted shotgun. Her small hands shaking and gripping the firearm with white knuckles. Her nightgown was ripped and tattered at the edges. The ugly brown of mud masked its baby blue color. She stared at her father's mutilated face.The air had never been so clean.What A Wonderful World1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
With bloody, wobbling knees she pulled the trigger. The shot pierced her ears, his chest, and the entire neighborhood.
She dropped the gun, then her body to the rotten wood of the porch and she wept. The town was silent and she was raw, stripped to the bone with nothing left to lose.
Untitled20 September 1939, Berlin, GermanyUntitled1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Quite the artist, I see.”
Adrian started at the man’s voice, snapping the delicate piece of charcoal in half with the sudden pressure applied to it. An unsightly black line crossed the portrait of the woman he’d been sketching. “Excuse me?”
The man laughed, looking down at the ruined image. “I apologize for that but your work is quite good, I think. Have you thought of attending an art academy?”
Adrian sighed, sliding the sketchbook into his messenger bag. “Once or twice but my father wants me to follow in his footsteps. Becoming a soldier as it were.”
He frowned, regarding the newcomer. “I don’t believe I know your name, Herr…”
“Soren Adenauer.” He laughed again, taking a seat on the park bench without being invited. “And you?”
“Adrian Janson,” Adrian glanced away and then down at his watch. He had a few minutes before his l
Sylva I was hungry enough to be considered crazy. I had started eating my skin and rat shit. A brittle stream of sunlight hits me across the face. I spit up blood, it coats the roof of my mouth in a thin, salty film. I swallow. My hand rests against the concrete floor; it is wet with urine.Sylva36 minutes ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I crawl to the light. The thin idea of freedom on the pads of my fingers as they tear against the crude rock face. I hang from the bars; the setting sun burned my face. But it felt good, like the sting of hot water on a winter day. A few wisps of clouds rested in the sky along with the charred shadows of pine trees.
Danny's blue pick up was outside, parked in the driveway, the door left open. I rested my fingertips against the glass. They had promised they would come back. I longed from my kid tire swing, the barn whose horses had been eaten like chicken.
They were outside. Their figures bloody
Micropasta: Welcome to the Panic RoomMicropasta: Welcome to the Panic RoomMicropasta: Welcome to the Panic Room3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Like a spider up I crawl, back into my hole
I'm scratching at the wall but I have nowhere to go
I'm adjusting to the dark, forget about their pain
Am I really that afraid or am I just insane?
Don't know why but you follow me inside
- Panic Room, Theory of a Deadman
You are beginning to think this is an invitation you probably would have been better off decline. Maybe it’s because old man Landers seems a little too vehement about certain conspiracy theories. Maybe it’s because every square inch of every wall of his house is covered in military paraphernalia. Maybe it’s just because the coffee you were served was already cold.
Or maybe it’s because now, as the two of you are sitting around his claustrophobically confined dining room, he is telling you that the world is ending tonight. But it’s a secret, and if you tell anyone that h
The Chained WolfI thumbed through the files, nothing. Nothing. Nothing. I could swear I heard sniffing, but it was just the papers. I paused, expecting to hear something more, but nothing came.The Chained Wolf21 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I quietly slid the drawer shut, wincing at the loud wham it made when it closed. I turned, looking at Corby. The Raven stared at me, lit cigarette hanging from it's beak, “Did you find it?” He asked, his voice muffled as he tried to keep smoking as he spoke.
“No.” I said, my voice beginning to show my irritation.
“Then keep looking.” The bird snapped at me, I sighed, going to the next drawer, nope. Nope. Nothing,
Click. Clack. Click. Clack.
I froze, standing up, my head whipping towards the door, I could hear the sniffing again, louder and louder. Something clawed at the door, I quickly crawled over into the empty body bag, zipping it up as best I could from the inside, and leaning against the steel table, I could hear the clinking of chains being grabbed, the sniffi
The Cat Lady (part 1)Tammy sat in her van as she waited for the bus. Her kids had a play date with some kids across town. She closed her eyes and listened to the music. It helped distract her even as she noted the bus was late again. Without warning there was someone beating on one of the windows and she bolted up tall.The Cat Lady (part 1)4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Moma, Moma,” Kyle called as Tammy opened the door for him. “Open the door.”
“Is Marielle going to be there?” Rachel excited demanded as she ran in and buckled up.
“Hopefully,” she waited for the bus to turn the corner and started out.
The traffic was just starting to back up as they turned off to a side road. It was another twenty minutes before she parked the van in front of a pale blue house with a brick fireplace. She watched the kids run out of the car and into the house as a short, dark haired woman opened the door.
“Bus running late again?” she asked as she watched Tammy walked up the walk.
Micropasta: Exit Light, Enter NightMicropasta: Exit Light, Enter NightMicropasta: Exit Light, Enter Night1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Say your prayers little one
Don't forget, my son
To include everyone
Tuck you in, warm within
Keep you free from sin
Till the sandman he comes
- Enter Sandman, Metallica
I don’t know who I am. I never have. What I do know is that I spend a good deal of my time sleeping. I must have lived a thousand years, at least. I’ve dreamt of everything; exhilarating nightmares, splendid fantasies, and all that’s ugly and beautiful in between.
All the same, I don’t know who or what I am.
I would give anything for a mirror, just so I could see my face. All I have is this bed, in a desert that seems to stretch for an infinite distance in every direction, under a sun which is perpetually setting and lending a twilit aura to all I see.
One day I began walking towards the horizon, away from my bed. I must have walked through the blistering sands for a few years befor
The Boulevard at LastThe boulevard at last, we have finally made it through the city; our salvation lies ahead. I think we are safe for the moment. At least, we are as safe as we can be in this plagued nightmare. We should stop and rest; there are no signs of those beasts anywhere and we will need all of our energy to make it out of the city. If my calculations are correct, we have about two miles until we hit the bridge and nine miles to our sanctuary.The Boulevard at Last4 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We do not have long though. Our pheromones make us tempting entrées out here in the open. I still cannot believe how the immunization has mutated; it never should have caused this type of reaction. I swear we are living in some type of butterfly effect. Damn, I wish I had brought a gun. Yes, these vile beasts can be can be killed at close range with a targeted blow to the head, but I would still prefer to distance myself from them. Are you about ready to move again?
Great, just in time. Look, over by the Console Energy Center, here they come. Damn, the
UntitledThree months after he was killed hunting, he returned. Carine stared at the stranger sitting on the edge of the bed. He bore a striking resemblance to her hastily married husband but he lacked the familiar, comforting scent of soap and warmth that she associated with him. He smelled of wind and rain now, green things. His eyes were wolf amber rather than the green she had fallen in love with months earlier.Untitled4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He had been just as gentle as she remembered him being but he hadn’t spoken a word to her since his arrival at her apartment door. “Augustin?”
Augustin turned, pausing halfway in reaching for his boots. “Yes?”
Carine bit down on her lower lip, slipping out from under the quilt so that she was sitting on the bedspread in her nightdress. “Stay, please.”
There were scars she didn’t remember, decorating his back. Three diagonal lines crossing his back from right shoulder to left hip. His smile when he turned to look at her was sad. “
Concrete The world was black and red - drawn out and frozen. The thumb between the East and the West painted with a frayed brush. The gunfire had turned eerily quiet all but drowned out by the beating of my heart; a sound that quivered gently like a pulled bow. I fell to my knees, aware only of my pistol clutched knuckle white. A match ignited blazing dirty harry, the fire as red as a man's blood ran down a trail of wrecked second hands pulling the gunfire upward.Concrete34 minutes ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was the end of the fucking world. I was in the middle of the last battle of the human race. The bullets were as thick as rain. They made little wet pops as they found their way into my belly. I watched the sky, subdued almost by the prospect of death. The stars faded behind helicopter lights, but the moon this world's only constant remained still. Jesus Christ I was going to die. My arms feel broken. Its as if one of the bullets had severed