Tag Archives: flash fiction
Just Breathe
“Just breathe,” the dark-eyed woman said, leaning close, looking her over for bullet holes and broken bones. “Just breathe. You fell through a convergence tear into the middle of a gang war. I’m pretty sure you–” “Shut up shut up … Continue reading
Dialogue is fun
“Lighter? Check. Smokes? Check. Hair? Check.” “You check your bloody hair? What, it’s gonna fucking leave?” “Shut it, Mr. Adjusts Himself While He’s Standing And I’m Sitting. What, it’s gonna fucking leave?” “It’s not the same thing!” “It’s at EYE-LEVEL.” … Continue reading
Payback
“Why are you always running?” The words weren’t particularly cruel, but they stung anyway. She tossed her head, blowing a stream of air up against her eyebrows, struggling to get her hair unstuck from her face, but all she managed … Continue reading
Every Time, For Him
It was easy to get caught up in the minutiae, easy to think of what she did, day to day, as the important stuff, when in fact it was the overarching pattern she’d wanted to accomplish. She didn’t do it … Continue reading
Cold As Ashes
Waking up in a bed was weird. It didn’t happen that often, these days. She opened her eyes, sticky and crusted with blood, and groaned at the obscene amount of sunlight in the room. Everything was quiet — the outside … Continue reading