One Slip
Mercifully, the lab was quiet. She moved slowly. She understood how easily a simple mistake could fuck her over. One slip. One careless moment. One misplaced jab. One prick, and you’re fucked.
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.
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.
The Crate
100 words maximum, excluding the title, of flash fiction or poetry using all of the three words above (‘crate’, ‘nerve’, and ‘simultaneous’) in the genres of horror, fantasy or science fiction.
The Dentist
100 words maximum, excluding the title, of flash fiction or poetry using all of the three words above (‘floss’, ‘history’ and ‘sketch’) in the genres of horror, fantasy or science fiction.
Tender Embrace
This week, another redo. I promise to bring you something fresh next week. But first, I’d like to revisit one of my favorite short stories. It’s simple and quick, with a nice little reveal at… Tender Embrace
Leaving the Fold
I’m sorry for the fiction hiatus. It’s been a long month, full of ups and downs. Most weeks I’ve just been too drained. I’ve started a few stories, but finished none. And this week, I’m… Leaving the Fold
The Price Is the Price
The last several weeks have been pure chaos, though I admit that shouldn’t stop me from writing. I’ll try to be better. I promise. Thank you for waiting so politely in my absence. You didn’t… The Price Is the Price