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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For the Road

Why do you even bother wiping shaving cream on your face? Do you think it matters? Think people will notice you've shorn off that one day's worth of scruff?  Maybe you think your face looks more innocent without hair?  But you aren't innocent, are you? Why don't you take that razor and shove it deep …

Along for the Ride

Emperor Yi, bastard took hundreds to the ground with him, but not to rest, but to guard his long ago dust turned bones.

A Curious Feast

"Sure, why not," the boy king replies and all gathered drop to one knee. The thirteen-year-old smirks his famous dimpled smile uniting once again all the lands under the banner of the South. His father died a year ago. The great man. The one who took them this far- killed in his bed by his …

Repercussions

Shit, death is painless. Here among nothing pointed to the cliche of an afterlife, a bright light. He smells nothing. He feels nothing. But he knows he is and that is enough to give him confidence as images from his life begin to bombard him. Birth, bloody mess that was, mother- white with exhaustion and …