Tag Archives: flash fiction

We didn’t know what to do, at first, when we landed. The atmosphere was clean, breathable, and the light levels were warm and inviting. The gouge we’d carved through the landscape looked like a bloody wound in the moons’ light, … Continue reading →

In the final hours, an exodus began, the likes of which hadn’t been seen since the Red Age. Fear was indiscriminate; men and women and children gibbered and wept, while the winged seraphim who had descended into the fray howled, … Continue reading →

“Smile!” *FLASH* Giggles. High-spirited laughter. The sound of violins, a seven piece string group floating above the tinkling sound of silver on china, silver on crystal, and the sweet ring of crystal, all its own. “What is it with ice … Continue reading →

Turns out its easiest to ignore the world when you’re in too much pain to stay conscious. Except that when you’re ignoring the world, sometimes bits of things you never wanted to remember like to slip out of the dull, … Continue reading →

In the cab, he leans against his door, his arms curled around himself. The driver is experienced in this, perhaps — she looks both pissed and worried as she avoids potholes, traintracks, other cars and pedestrians. Barely. There’s no swerving; … Continue reading →