Tag Archives: flash fiction
Clawing
Out of the ground they come, the earth retching them up, sicking them up. It started only a few days ago, in the middle of an otherwise calm morning. When I saw it happen, in my head I heard the … Continue reading
Baby got an atom bomb…
I remember these things like raindrops on my skin, subtle beats that set up this pitter patter echoed on the inside of my bones. Words and words and your touch. I remember your touch, even if you don’t want me … Continue reading
Return 3
It was the captain who noticed the significance of the feathers first — the children were simply busy playing with them, while some of the followers gathered up the downy ones and stuffed them into sacks. It walked with us, … Continue reading
Return 2
The creature was a fascination; the captain hadn’t come back in hours and no one had thought to call out. When our band crested the ridge, the few children left to us ran down the muddied, rocky slope, heedless of … Continue reading
Return
In the aftermath, there were those who uncovered the dead, and those who buried them. There were no services, no names, and no mark-stones. No one would look upon the fields sown with blood and ash. We were wide-eyed under … Continue reading