Flash Fiction: The Beautiful End

So this is suicide. The moment of great death. A silly expedition towards inevitable failure. The monstrosity brings his weapon back and all air disappears from the battlefield. Then he swings it forward and a hurricane-like gale batters all. The commander watches twenty go down with the blow. One of his men gets back up. …

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Tam’s Soul

In this life, Tam Duc is eighty-five years old, weighs thirty-eight kilograms and travels from the Northern island of Cát Bà, to Năm Căn on the one leg remaining after meeting a French landmine 72 years ago. It is a journey of 2000 kilometers. Năm Căn is nothing more than the Southernmost tip of Vietnam. …

The Beast

Toman grips the ax handle. Both fists go white with the tension. The veins running up and down both labor strengthened arms stand proud. He can smell her on the air. A bouquet so familiar it reminds him of home and childhood, spicy, but sweet and a bit savory, it mixes with the creatures musk …

The Sacrifice

God is the sudden appearance of warmth and light. The mountain is silent. The wind has stopped. The sun is bright yellow in the billowing high mountain fog. Abrham collapses. His legs no longer support his weight. His breath is haggard and his vision blurs. At the end, despite the beautiful passage of the sun, …

Enraptured

The air smells like incense. Maybe patchouli. Maybe something more narcotic, sinister, it could be poison and Steve wouldn't care. He sits and watches the most beautiful woman he has ever seen in his life dance alone in the middle of a bare stage. She glides as if every muscle in her body were made …

Missed

Black with rage the boy storms the iron-clad beast. His enemy sets his feet in rust spotted sabatons and his legs form a bridge over the unconscious girl. He smiles his rotten tooth smile and crooks his index finger "Come along little doggy," he whispers with a raspy voice. The would-be warrior grunts with effort …