“I am a ghost.”
“Where did you get that sheet?”
“I am a ghost.”
This flash fiction originally appeared in Fictional Pairings — August of 2017.
The truth behind holiday retail.
Greg started working for the shoe store just before Christmas. Continue reading ““Little Voices on Christmas””
Coffee nearly cures all ills.
He took every bottle of liquor from his cabinet and poured each down the sink.
“Let that devil die right on the tracks.”
“The only way to stop that locomotive is to destroy the bridge over the Youghiogheny River!”
I wrote this science fiction short story in the autumn of 2016. Radically different from my other work at that time, I had this piece published under the name of a friend. Twisted Sister Lit Mag, an online magazine, was the original publisher. This post consists of a slightly reworked and updated “Hot Air Balloon Ride from Hell”.
I definitely had too much fun writing this one.
Savannah pulled her shirt over her head, and Gabe couldn’t help but stare as the two triangular Confederate battle flags of her bikini top Continue reading ““Hot Air Balloon Ride from Hell””
Each man cupped his hands to drink, only noticing skeletons littering the grassy strand between the pond and tree after regaining their senses.
Lost in the desert, two surviving deserters spied an oasis. A single gnarled baobab dominated an island of green and blue in a sea of sand.
“I’m definitely interested.”
“Have you ever hunted a yeti before?”
What the pretend spirit didn’t know was that, as the result of an earlier round of truth or dare, the youths had graduated to arson.
The local teenagers played a lively version of hide and seek inside the abandoned church, eventually catching the attention of a former parishioner.
An unknown fate. A cold death.
The settlement on OGLE-2005-BLG-390Lb was quite small but genuinely thrived for years.