[Flash Fiction] Punishment

“56,788…56,789…56,000—NO!” He flinched as the plastic cup holding his just-counted staples toppled over and the staples in question cascaded back onto the dirt.

“Whoopsie-daisy, did I just kick over all your hard work?”

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[Flash Fiction] Foreigner

The stones of the archway were cool under her fingertips and the cobblestone pathway was unevenly potholed. The air itself smelled different here. A wet aroma of fish permeated from the market two streets over, blending with the rich spices and sharp ginger that infused the city. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Foreigner”

[Flash Fiction] Jealousy

Icy stalactites hung from the ceiling of the devastated room like jagged teeth ready to devour. She stepped over the frozen debris—bricks crushed into frosty cubes, a lone chair wheel spinning aimlessly—and approached her ex-lover pinned to the wall. An icicle jutted out from each of his shoulders.

“Oh honey, I was always the stronger one.” She cupped air in her palms and turned her wrists outward. Her ex-lover screamed as the icicles twisted further into his flesh. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Jealousy”

[Flash Fiction] The Magical Thing

“JONES! Where is my prop?”

“Your prop, sir?”

“The metal thing with the thing in the middle. The magical thing!” The director wrung his sweaty handkerchief, his rolled up screenplay tucked under the arm of his rumpled sweater. “We’re shooting the scene where the hero pulls the sword thing from the middle and unleashes his dormant magical powers. WHERE IS MY MAGIC THING, JONES?” Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] The Magical Thing”

[Flash Fiction] Revenge

Leaning against a metal door, he paused to examine his scorched arm. The fire had eaten through god knows how many layers of his skin. Now that his adrenaline was slowing, he was finally registering the throbbing pain shooting up his arm.

A loud crash followed by a thunderous gust of wind echoed behind him. They were close.

Placing his uninjured hand on the floor, he willed the earth beneath to protect him. Obeying him, the ground cracked open and he jumped into a tunnel. If he was going to die, he would do it on his own turf.

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[Doctor Who Fanfic] The Last Clue

He found the copper-tinted astronaut helmet half hidden behind a dusty bookshelf.

The first clue should have been how pristine the helmet looked, reflecting his face with a metallic glint.

The second clue should have been the velvet lining, instead of the authentic ventilation pads, that made wearing the helmet feel like resting his head on a pillow.

The final clue was the shadow, creeping up the neck of the helmet and clawing at his face. His body thudded to the floor. The helmet rolled off, revealing a cleanly eaten skull, and resumed its place propped up behind the bookshelf.

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[Flash Fiction] 10:30. Rosewood Station.

I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into. But of course, he didn’t know. All he knew was the life he was leaving behind.

A life of pretending to be someone he wasn’t, of pleading with his parents to accept him. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] 10:30. Rosewood Station.”

[Flash Fiction] The Last Two Occupants

A loud whoosh rattled the derelict hut as strong gusts spit out two boys, tumbling over each other in incoherent shouts.



The tangle of limbs separated and two pairs of eyes scanned their new surroundings. Grimy rags hung on metal rafters and mismatched books lined the walls. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] The Last Two Occupants”