Tag Archives: short fiction

The Tenacious Plant

Eryka found the Roberts’ invitation for her to stay overnight to be…unsettling. She and their daughter were childhood friends, but Pam had been gone for years. Disappeared. Crawled out of her bedroom window and into the inky blackness of the … Continue reading

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Right-Hand Man (horror short story/flash fiction)

Breaking his arm the way he did–and in front of his dad no less–left Jermaine all kinds of salty. Not on a football field or as a result of some extreme macho dare. Naw, it had to happen at his … Continue reading

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Expired: Part 1 (superhero fiction)

  The fiends, they know when you’re weak. It’s like blood in the water, like a slow limp in the jungle.  The rules in Capedom are no different than that in the wild. Eat or be eaten, kill or be … Continue reading

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American Soil (Superhero origin)

The Tibots were strange, but as customers  they were dependable. When Anwar’s father noticed their latest order—yet another jar of soil, this time from Tunisia–was unclaimed, he dispatched his son to deliver it. While it was unusual for for Mr. … Continue reading

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Heroes Don’t Come to Prudence Street

They clash in complementary colors–superpeople–hero versus villain  spandex versus leather, ideal versus the outside world. They clash, knuckles meeting flesh, bone crushing concrete, the surrounding air crackling, ionized with spite. They clash for the entire neighborhood to see, as if for … Continue reading

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Monster Under the Bed

The monster under Timmy’s bed nibbles on toes; it feeds on nightmares. Limping, sore, feet scarred, Timmy shuffles into mother’s room,  scissors shaking. The monster will eat well tonight

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The Pixelated Heart

His new name: Adonis12. Another day, another profile, the keyboard sends his love. Kate always responds: 48 hours of flirting before the silent freeze.  Like a chameleon without a palette, one day he’ll get it right. One day he’ll make her … Continue reading

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