Home of author Laura Kendrick's short fiction
I've always had a pretty good grasp on myself. On who I am, on what makes me tick, on what shapes my mental health. That's not to say I've not had to learn things. I've had my tiny little mind blown several times as the dots have been connected in front of me, and it … Continue reading Hollowness and Guilt; Terrible Shades of Grief
The Sallow Rabbit comes just before the dawn,When the sun is rising and the sky looks torn.She hunts around for the waste of her kin,For in this little village there's no greater sin.A treaty long drawn from a time of great ravage,When the Earth cowered and man remained savage.You may take from the Earth but … Continue reading The Sallow Rabbit
Sometimes I think about a train smattered with blood. There's me, in the centre. Carnage all around, bits of flesh in my hair, blood on my face, entrails on the seats and the bloody handprints of those who tried to escape on the windows. Not a single survivor. Or so, at first, it seems. I … Continue reading Carnage – Flash Fiction
I want to Caveat this post (even though it's made clear), that this post is speaking to people like me. People who have full time jobs and are writing for the joy of it. People who are not looking to forge a career and become an indie powerhouse or even submit to big publishers. This … Continue reading Nobody is Watching So What Are You Waiting For?
"Why did you do it?" "I guess I didn't really think about it. You were in danger." The statement tripped off Scarlet's tongue. A half truth. In the moment yes she hadn't thought, just acted, but after the fact... After the ambulance, the frantic questions, the doctors and nurses jabbing and poking her. After time … Continue reading Flash Fiction – Adrenaline
You walk along the dark corridor, the only light that isn't from your torch filters through the factory windows in fractured patterns. Moonlight. It took you so damn long to find the place that the sun started to set just as you entered the tired iron gates. Underfoot are crisp wrappers from candy long abandoned, … Continue reading The Factory
"Well then-" She's still talking. Still. Talking. Her mouth is moving and sound is coming out but I stop listening around the time she says the word email. About the time I start thinking about an axe buried down the parting line of her hair. About the time I start seeing the wild stupid look … Continue reading Flash Fiction – The Killer
I have this weird relationship with success. As soon as there's a whiff or a tiny hint of it I pull back from the thing that's been successful. I'm not sure where it comes from. I've never had any traumatic experiences with success. I never gained it all and lost it all. I never fell … Continue reading I Have A Really Strange Relationship With Success or Where My Inconsistency Comes From.
"Run" "What do you think I'm doing!" Jaxon Frost's feet pounded the forest floor below him. A miracle really, that he was still upright considering the littering of roots, trees and underbrush beneath them. He was already feeling the burn in his lungs of trying to stay ahead of whatever was chasing them this time. … Continue reading Flash Fiction; Opulent Bones – A Silverdeer Short
Unlike others in her predicament, when she was ashes she would most certainly rise again. The pain was dull. Nothing she couldn't handle. Nothing she hadn't had before. Nothing compared to what the others felt. Innocent of crimes no more heinous than owning a womb. The Watchers could pay with nightmares she would give them. … Continue reading Flash Fiction; What A Lovely Way To Burn
Laura Kendrick 