Flash Fiction

Hand Drawn Sky
Story Shack
She had been alive for 5692 days, 2 hours, 3 minutes, and 6 seconds.
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I watched her chest rise and fall, in tune with a silent rhythm. At times, she struggled to breathe, her back arching from the effort, but she stayed in a deep sleep. The tubes protruding from her chest gave her the look of an ancient voodoo doll, pierced in vital places. Her inch-long dark blonde hair shot up from her head as if she had been electrocuted.

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Hide and Seek
​Fiction on the Web
​It was my fifth birthday. I don't really remember tears or screams or any kind of noise. Just the silence. 
I played with my cake, smashing it until it was unrecognizable.

​My parents stared at the walls as if they would move at any moment. There was a world between them.
 
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Faithful
101 Fiction
His skin shone with the light of a star as he kneeled before his ruler.
“They will hate you,” the being said gently.

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Tuesday
Quail Bell Magazine
​Harold hears the wreck before he sees it. He gasps as he takes in the scene. The two cars are totaled. He is the only other car on the road. He flings the car door open with such force...

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Still
101 Fiction
She wore the colour of lust and anger.
She spoke gently into my mind, her lips still.
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Stolen
Penny Shorts
He stood perched on the ledge, the tips of his toes suspended hundreds of feet above the dark bay. The shadows that coalesced around him grew darker, hungrier with each minute.
He waited.
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Fade
101 Fiction
She stroked the dark spot on her neck, eyeing it in the mirror.
​“It will fade with time,” he promised.
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Short Stories

After
Black Fox Literary Magazine
(Pgs 23-42)
The images are few, but vivid, like stills from one of those old messed-up VCR tapes, the sound static and the screen a blur of color.
A green leaf against a patch of white snow.
A stretch of unpaved road ending in a small white house with blue shutters.
The shy smile of a boy with freckles across his nose and a light in his eyes.
A wagon with two broken wheels lying in a bed of red begonias.
To anyone else, these images would be inconsequential. Silly, even. But not to me.
These are the before.
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