Flash Fiction: He Called Her Name

Every time he called her name, she drowned. Limbs reaching involuntarily heavenward, she sank. Her lungs filled with no air, her mind slowly, surely, shut down. She suffocated on the breath she’d draw to respond. She’d forget her name, her age, her place of birth. Her tongue shifted laboriously, heavy and useless in her mouth, … Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Earl Gray

I sip Earl Gray tea at a table in the corner. It is dim and mysterious in my corner, exactly how I like it when seeing someone more attractive than I. Daylight is so unforgiving. I want to be mistaken for beautiful, even though my self consciousness will get the better of me once I … Continue reading

Flash Fiction: The Boat

Once upon a time, there was a boat. It was a simple boat, crafted by bare, rough hands in the heat of summer with carefully bowed planks of red cedar. It was large enough for two but never more than that, though that had never been a worry. There were only two, had only ever … Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Cigarettes

He sits here with me in the darkness, smoking. God, how I used to hate smoking. I knew someday it would rob me of people I loved. Am I really so cynical these days, that I don’t even worry about that anymore? For fuck’s sake, it’s just a cigarette. For fuck’s sake, it’s not going … Continue reading

In Which a WIP is Finished

So, it’s been a little while. I know a lot of writers who are able to write daily posts and write 1500 words and design covers for their self published books and market themselves and so on. And at some point, hopefully I will be able to broaden my attention span enough to do all … Continue reading