Home of author Laura Kendrick's short fiction
This is Day 1 of a December Writing Challenge: The prompt was Crystalline The brown hessian of Nova's trousers was instantly soaked as she dropped to her knees in the crisp icy snow. She sucked in a breath, the cold air on her gritted teeth setting them on edge. A feeling, like needles being driven … Continue reading Fantasy Flash Fiction: Malachite
Once he arrives you'll find it hard to escapewhat's yours to see with is his to take Driven by vengeance, anger and hate Bright Bo will kill all those who quake. They call him Bright Bo. There's no rhyme or reason to the people he chooses. You just have to be unlucky enough to switch … Continue reading Bright Bo
The second a meglomaniac is put in charge of artificial intelligence is the second everyone should know that the endeavor is doomed. Unfortunately, people didn't know. Now here we are. On the brink of annihilation, from, of all things, tiny plastic bricks that click together to help you get creative. At some point you have … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Bricks
"This is not my skin." The voice says, a voice that both is and isn't yours. "It's not right." It whispers as your hands wrap more firmly around the Stanley knife in your hand. They are correct. It isn't right, something is very, very wrong. This is not your skin, not skin your worthy of. … Continue reading Horror Flash Fiction: Skin
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
"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
"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
"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.
Laura Kendrick 