The Trials of Training
Rose huffed. She hated the trials—the timed sections most of all. “How do you expect me to cast something so complex in such a short amount of time?” she asked. “Swiftly,” Mason said.
Headed East
“I can’t believe we found it.” Sloane was clutching the Polaroid. It was a ragged thing, tattered with smeared blood on the edges. But it was the only lead they had, and here they were.
Insufferable
Of all the things I hate about Bethany, none is more irksome than her clomping. She clomps around at all hours, each footfall landing solid on the hardwoods and reverberating throughout the house.
The Tour
It’s just a story. That’s what you’ll tell yourself. That’s how folks keep from losing their minds. But I seen things—horrible things. And there are things even I won’t dare to look at.
Sister Brimstone
The fire in me is born of righteous indignation. I don’t care what holiness you claim or what heathen name you call me. I know what I am, and I stand against those who would abuse.
When They Come
When they found him, he was incoherent. “They come in the night,” he said. Evelyn knelt beside him. She scanned his face. His eyes wandering to the floor as he muttered, “That’s when they come.”
Raven’s Wings
Raven turned slowly. Her hands were full, but she just dropped everything she held onto the bed and walked over to Heather. She stood before her, glowering. “Do you know what we did?” she asked.
Raven’s Wrath
100 words maximum, excluding the title, of flash fiction or poetry using all of the three words above (‘confidential’, ‘midnight’, and ‘troll’) in the genres of horror, fantasy or science fiction.
Too Much
She’s like a perfect storm building on the horizon. You can smell the rain. You think to yourself, “It’ll be nice to fall asleep to the sound of rain tonight.” Then the tornado sirens go off.