Category Archives: FICTION

FICTION (1000 WORDS OR MORE)

Snow Angel

Snow Angel

FICTION by

He watched her staring out the window above the sink, her face opening and closing, lost in two radically different futures that flicked back and forth in her mind. The forcefield between realities quivered. He’d never felt more hopeful or more lonely.more

The Dark Woods

The Dark Woods

FICTION by

And we may well discover that those for whom death had decreed premature be forever consigned to your heart much like a terminal disease, much like a wound of war. And we shall never forget it.more

R__ Texted Me On LinkedIn

R__ Texted Me On LinkedIn

FICTION by

I was flattered. R__ had read my novel. Not many had. And then she had both texted and emailed me. It wasn’t hard to read between these lines. She needed me.more

Cut Deep

Cut Deep

FICTION by

I saw him around town, dragging his right arm like a plank of wood. And over the years, it grew thin. That was the beginning of the bad times—farmers moving to the city. No need for a small bar with a smashed-up fruit machine.more

500

500

FICTION by

Eight years Morgan and his wife Nancy had not been intimate, avoiding even the most incidental physical contact. Then, on the 27th of March at 9 PM, Morgan found himself in hand restraints, his back pinned against the bars of his four-poster, gasping for air with Nancy’s right breast sealing both his nostrils.more

101 Worms

101 Worms

FICTION by

In the backyard of his brand-new, post-divorce tiny house, David Cale is stuck up to his armpits in a compost barrel. Is it possible, he wonders, for a human body to decompose while still alive?more

The florist

The florist

FICTION by

Tricky bastard. You felt so real and nourishing. I felt special for breathing you. You whipped up blast of glossy plastic, hair polish and synthetic serotonin, you’re eating me from the inside! Eventually I won’t be more than a bag of bones cased in smooth skin and designer clothes. Only my dick and vocal chords will work. Halfheartedly at that.more

Fourth Step

Fourth Step

FICTION by

I did a lot of things. I was a drunk and a meth head, she said. I’m better now. Not perfect but better. You know what it’s like. I do, I said, but I never wanted to touch a child.more

Goldschmidt’s Gift

Goldschmidt’s Gift

FICTION by

By this point in time his tennis game had degenerated into little more than an ill-conceived, albeit skillful, vendetta, the intent of which was to extinguish as many members of the human race as possible.more