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
"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
"Moonlight." Cadance watched as Tembe lifted her arms towards the grey, almost white mass in the sky. The clouds had shifted, the view clear, the stars a glittering assemblage around it.
Every rookie creating an OC makes a Mary Sue first, it's the first hill you have to drag yourself over on the way to creating good solid characters and I was no different.
One, two, three punches to the stomach and slam straight into a brick wall that crumbled behind Mysteroso’s head. At last she had him, pinned against the wall life slowly being choked from him. Slender fingers turning white with the pressure as they crushed windpipe, nerves and muscle together.....