She did as told. God’s one true warrior. Steel swinging bitch of the word. Chuckling darkly a fresh wave of pain rolls up her side. She grips the crossbow bolt protruding from her belly as if that could prevent more anguish. It does not. She is covered in sweat and blood, the mud alone weighsContinue reading “Divine Fabrication”
Category Archives: flash fiction
Young Ye’ Old Ye’ Dead Ye’
Leaves swirl from the ground in a sudden wind. A wind five-year-old Ye’ Ruo thinks left her mouth along with the words of her wish. A wish uttered hushed and filled with sorrow. She wished simply to, “help.” The wind howls and churns the remains of summer in a cyclone of red and yellow. TheContinue reading “Young Ye’ Old Ye’ Dead Ye’”
The Illusion of Comfort
The pass is black with shadows. A bitter wind eats at the exposed skin of the brother and sister as they push through. They trudge through ice-crusted snow that breaks with each step plunging their legs knee-deep into the powder. Their homespun breeches and leather ankle booties do nothing to ward off the cold. MarineContinue reading “The Illusion of Comfort”
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,Continue reading “The Sacrifice”
Party
He is nineteen years old and takes a swig from the near empty bottle of Johnny Walker red. It makes him gag. It tastes like wood and smoke and something he thinks should be called peat. He doesn’t know what peat is, to him it’s an idea. Reminds him of wet mud and grass. SomethingContinue reading “Party”
They
Twilight falls. She prepares a fire, as she has for countless nights since they left. They, the idea of it breaks her heart. It was only her now wasn’t it? Alone in the abandoned capital, near the end of a journey that leads her home. She refuses to cry, again. There’s no point. Gio’s gone. TheContinue reading “They”
The Thing that Maria is
White phosphorous stains the mind in suffering. First It sticks to the uniform then melts through to the skin, muscle, bone, and from bone to death, leaving nothing but hot white ash. Fucking Brody put that in her head and she thinks about it now as she drives her M8 out onto the muddy plantainContinue reading “The Thing that Maria is”
Odyn’s Folly
The season is on the cusp of the Dark Days when night takes over and the sun fights to reach the horizon. A horrible time to make a maiden voyage, but Gofraid Meránach is king. He is fat in the belly and wears suspenders over black and white stripped drafting pants and rubber boots thatContinue reading “Odyn’s Folly”
Fight Night
Loud bass echoes. A fight breaks out in the back. The impromptu violence competes with the music in the lowest level of the condemned multi structure garage. The situation gets dangerous fast and a gun goes off. Following the shot, a shrill cry of “No, no, not Morris, no,” bounces off the cold, wet cementContinue reading “Fight Night”
Dive Bar
The place is on the water. It has little umbrellas that have frayed in the wind. The fresh salty air from the gulf can’t penetrate the smells of stale beer and greasy food that surround the plywood structure like a fugue. Gulls circle looking for morsels of food. With protesting squawks they fly off whenContinue reading “Dive Bar”