Category Archives: Flash

“I just need a little.” “No.” “I’m weaning.” “No.” “I can get it without you.” Silence. Was that the way in? “You can’t keep me here.” Nothing. “Please.” “No.” “It hurts. You don’t even know. You don’t know this kind … Continue reading →

“End it already!” Redrimmed eyes glared. “Right.” He was terse, so full of snark, it stung. “Cos that’s what I do, innit? End things? Weapons like you?” “Fuck you,” she hissed. “You know why you have to. You know what … Continue reading →

She wakes in the familiar, unfamiliar bed, and is already aching for it, needing, and soon, bare feet are slapping the cold floor (he stops in the kitchen, holds perfectly still) as she staggers to the bathroom, hitting her knees … Continue reading →

This time, she was facedown in a puddle of her own vomit, clothing reeking of piss and sweat. He’d dealt with worse, after his own benders, and picked her up, for the hundredth time. She didn’t fight as he cleaned … Continue reading →

“Just let me fucking help you!” His voice was angry, exasperated to cover the fear. She could almost taste the fear. It tasted a little like the junk now. Or maybe the junk tasted like fear. She didn’t know. She … Continue reading →