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
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
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.....
George, By the time you read this I’ll probably be gone. I’ve been compromised.
There’s a thing in the corner. You can see it in the dark by the door. The wind moves the curtains and the moonlight streaks across it. There’s a thing in the corner.
I started doing some research and I found what I actually enjoy writing are vignettes. Extracts and moments in time from something that could potentially be a much larger work, should one choose to expand on it.