By Hand
Sometimes, a little is a lot. Especially when casting a spell that requires precision. If you’re lucky, you have a friend to help you clean up the mess—even if they’re an ass about it.
Sometimes, a little is a lot. Especially when casting a spell that requires precision. If you’re lucky, you have a friend to help you clean up the mess—even if they’re an ass about it.
“Wait. Fucking Tarot?” Heather asked. Raven looked to the woman across the table. “I don’t read Tarot,” the woman said. She produced a worn deck of cards. Playing cards. “I read these.”
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.
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.
“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.
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.
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.
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.
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