“Fine Print” flash fiction
I have a new flash fiction piece that received an honorable mention in a contest. Stop by and check it out unless you’re a fad dieter. Here’s the “Fine Print”link.
View ArticleDisconnect Flash Fiction
I want to thank Kori Miller for posting my flash fiction story Disconnect on her website. This story is a major switch from my previous flash fiction. Please stop by and check it out....
View ArticlePhantom Pain
Richard. Ian. Peterson. The bastard has been on our radar for a long time. Now we have him by the balls and we’re going to give them a squeeze. In fact, we’ll grind them together just as hard as we...
View ArticleBlack
“Come on. Come on!” “Keep your shirt on, Davey.” Davey had always been so damn excitable. The kid was like a fart in a skillet. More than that, he couldn’t hold a thought in his head for a New York...
View ArticleResurrection
I killed her all right. I killed her dead as a rundown deer in the highway. Make no mistake about it, I enjoyed it. I enjoyed all my kills. The kind of gratification that washed over me felt like...
View ArticleBrian
He stood—hung—in the doorway. His arms stretched out along the wall on either side of the door frame, supporting most of his weight. His chest and belly sagged into the room, straining the muscles of...
View ArticleNew Born Bitch
Running for my life. He is behind me, taunting me. I know he will catch me in no time. He has super human strength and speed after all. I run harder, ignoring my stinging shoulders and my burning...
View ArticleHelping Hand
This was from a prompt on Google Plus. I slid the plate to the center of the table. I rubbed my overstuffed belly and groaned. It was another Friday night of overeating. And for four years now. I’ve...
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Survival “The Game”
I stopped on the narrow path, not much wider than a foot, and stared off into the distance. About twenty feet in front on the left something lay in the leaves. It was black and easy to spot in the...
View ArticleCell Phone
“Don’t do that.” Rod grasped Clint’s hand, squeazing the bones together. Clint wrenched away and shook his hand. “Why not? It isn’t like your mom won’t buy you another one. Like she does every time you...
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