I heard the roar of his motorcycle before I saw him, quieting to a murmur as he parked beside the shed. I knew he would use the overrun bushes nearby to hide his bike and I heard the crinkle of the leaves as he walked to the door. Five steps separated his bike from the door and I counted them in my head.
Five…four…three…two…and then he was standing there in the doorway, with his windswept hair, leather jacket and arms that felt like a safe house from the world. One day, we won’t have to hide.
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She was camped out under the endless sky, balancing a phone on one shoulder while adding more wood to the fire.
“Dad, I’m fine. As you can see, I haven’t gotten myself kidnapped or killed.” Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Cotton Candy Clouds”
It didn’t take us long to find our compartment aboard the steel gray train.
“I can’t believe we’re traveling across the country by train,” said my best friend. “You were right. We needed to get away from all the stress and just be normal twenty-something-year-olds for a change.”
Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Just Two Normal Twenty-Something-Year-Olds”
He only had time to grab his son and run. Together, they ran with the clothes on their back and their photo identification cards stuffed hastily in his pocket. They didn’t even have time to say goodbye.
Then again, there wasn’t much to say goodbye to. Behind them was fire, merciless and consuming, devouring each house like a starving dragon. Behind them were bodies, riddled with bullets, each hole dripping bloody dreams and hopes. Behind them were the graves of his wife and daughter, the screams of their last moments forever playing in his ears like a broken record.
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It was the strangest group of mourners to attend any funeral, and the vast crowd only grew steadily larger as more people arrived to pay their respects. Each mourner had the same somber air about them, but while some wore traditional black suits and dresses, others were in specifically chosen costumes. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Excelsior!”
“I can’t believe you’re serious about doing this. What if people see you?”
“That’s what the mask is for.” He pointed to the white mask already secured on his face, his identity hidden behind an oversized smile, red cheeks, and a wide black mustache.
“And if they decide to shoot you first and ask questions later?” Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Remember, Remember, The Fifth of November”
Find the black door with the green diamond pane.
Tap it three times to enter a world you reign.
When the instructions appeared that morning next to a sketch of a map, she thought it was a game her parents created for her. Excited, she had tried to show her dad the map, but he waved her away, focused on one of his many phone conversations for work. Then, she had tried to show her mom, but her mom was painting and didn’t want to be disturbed, as usual. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Your Very Own Kingdom”
I didn’t expect to walk into the lobby of a historic museum. Carved into the panels of the domed ceiling were statues of angels, wings unfurled, towering above as if they were guarding the building. A circular desk flanked by golden pillars stood at the center of the room. Sitting at the desk was a beautiful woman smiling serenely at me. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] The Gates”
“Paku, get your big butt off the floor and let’s go!”
“No.” The 1,000-pound polar bear laid on the ice cap, his wet snout resting on his front paws.
“I’m warning you, if you don’t move willingly, I’m going to use force.”
Paku opened one dark brown eye, scanned my 5’1″ petite frame, and let out a derisive snort. Frustrated, I kicked one of his hind legs.
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“Hmm, for a kid graduating high school as valedictorian, he sure is lacking in the common-sense department,” he said to his wife, lounging on a chair beside him as they floated on the easy tide.
“The smarts come from my side of the family, the lack of common sense is clearly from you,” his wife teased, splashing him with her foot. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Young Love”