Flash Fiction: Tell Tale

I live alone and I dissect the silence. I live alone, and I dream. In my dreams she is safe and whole. In my dreams she paints a swath of blue across an unblemished canvas. I am the one who mars the canvas with red. Even though it never happened that way. In my dreams, … Continue reading

Happy Father’s Day, Dad

Let me tell you about yesterday’s dream. I’m standing at a door. Whatever has happened up to this point is unimportant, because now there is a door and I must go through it. My hand rests on the knob and shakes and turns. The door opens. I am looking for someone, someone else, so when … Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Nightmare Man

She does not remember a time when he didn’t strangle her dreams and turn them into nightmares. When his eyes, black as pitch, bottomless, didn’t stare down at her through a snow white mask, a mask she knew was meant to disguise hideous scars, flesh opened up to world, exposing rotten muscle and bone. When … Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Dreams of Tyr

When Diana began to dream, all she saw was blood. Blood on her hands, blood splattered across the dirt at her feet. Life blood spilled across the stones like nothing, nothing. When she closed her eyes, all she saw was the god, naked except for splashes of warm gore across his torso. And his eyes, … Continue reading

Why Am I Always Running From Zombies?

I’ve been having zombie movie dreams lately. And I don’t mean one here or there; I mean, every other night there is a new film playing out in my head, and I am almost always part of a rag tag group of people fighting for their lives in the zombie apocalypse. Last week, I was … Continue reading

In Which I Tell You How Writing Saved My Life

I have been writing for as long as I can remember. What began as ten page picture books I’d create on printer paper and staple together soon became an obsession. By the time I was in fifth grade, I was writing twenty page short stories that made my teacher wonder if I even had a … Continue reading

In Which I Discover the True Ending To the Story

Pay attention to your dreams. Often they hold the key to finishing or beginning a story. Often they offer insights you have not yet considered. Last night, I had a dream that gave me the true ending to my story. It was not the ending I had originally envisioned and yet, now that I have … Continue reading

Flash Fiction: The Room

He sits on a chair in the middle of a dark, dingy room. He waits, as always, for the door to open, for someone to come in, for someone to rescue him from this place. No, he is not bound to the chair. His feet are not nailed to the cracked and moldering floor of … Continue reading

I’m Important In My Dreams, or, Why I Write

I remember lots of my dreams. Last night, I dreamed that I was a zombie hunter. I had a partner, and together we killed zombies left and right. But then I was bit – and you know what happened? I could still think, could still feel. I’d been killing creatures that still possessed rational thought. … Continue reading

Flash Fiction: In My Dream, or, the Fountain of Youth

For obvious reasons, real names have been changed. David is not the name of the person in my dream. We’ll leave it at that. And yes, this was MY dream from MY brain, so please don’t steal this and claim it as your own. Thanks! “Closer, closer,” the wind says. I am having a hard … Continue reading