My identity was as much a mystery as where I was or how I got here. A deep buzzing sounded, vibrating through my bones. Even breathing made me dizzy in the thin air. Small rocks pressed into my back, but otherwise, the ground was somewhat soft, like sand or powder. I tried to sit up,Continue reading “Identity”
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You can now read my entry for Challenge #2 in the NYC Midnight Flash Fiction Contest 2020.
“Souvenirs”: A woman finds herself at the mercy of a serial Killer in this Flash Fiction Thriller.
TW: Physical Violence
The first day of spring arrived, rainy and full of thunder. Spring always sparked a strange excitement in the town of Haverston. The widow, Gloria, re-opened her shop today. She was open each year from the first day of spring through Halloween. Outside of Haverston, no one believed the hype, but the locals swore byContinue reading “Spring Cleaning”
They were surrounded in impenetrable darkness. It was a physical force that pressed against them. Mark tried, uselessly, to shield Pat. There was no single side that he could defend. This was a thick entity, an engineered mass. There was a rumble in the depths of the shadows. The darkness deepened somehow, as though itContinue reading “Iridescent Darkness”
Between Two Cliffs
Clara covered her mouth to stifle the noise. She was far enough away to catch her breath, but they weren’t far behind. She didn’t know why they were chasing her, but she knew that she didn’t want to be caught. As she raced farther into the forest, she tried not to think of Diana, lyingContinue reading “Between Two Cliffs”
Josephine stepped out her door, and a crisp wind tugged at her dark curls. The late afternoon sun intensified the trees’ rose gold tones. The forest seemed to hold its breath in anticipation for the night ahead. The entire town of clover took part, but the seniors were always in charge of preparations. ItContinue reading “Autumn Songs”