Her eyes weep. She shivers with fear. Gurgling sounds crawl from her throat.
I plunge the knife into her trachea, careful not to penetrate too far.
“Relax,” I tell her. “I’ve done this once before.
I don’t tell her it was on a chicken. Or that it didn’t make it.
Jeff Switt is a retired advertising agency guy who loves writing flash fiction, some days to curb his angst, other days to fuel it. His words have been featured online at Dogzplot
, Boston Literary Magazine
, Nailpolish Stories
, 50-Word Stories
, 100 Word Story
, A Story In 100 Words
, 101 Word Stories
, and Shotgun Honey
, and have appeared at lots of places that take whatever you send in.
Tex, a cowboy set in his ways, died hard. He emptied both six-shooters into a vampire before losing the fight.
Old habits die hard, too: in life, Tex had been accustomed to drinking Long Necks. No surprise, after being turned he preferred getting his daily fix of blood from giraffes.
John H. Dromey has had short fiction published in Gumshoe Review, Plan B Magazine, Plasma Frequency Magazine, and elsewhere.
The girl was a slight and whimsical thing. Her eyes were shining river stones, her limbs pale like pliant birch in winter frost. We danced duets beneath spotlights upon lacquered stages.
Was she really so jealous? I wonder as she stares down at me, hands dripping with my scarlet blood.
Christine Nguyen hates being warm yet lives in Texas and dreams of owning a pet otter.
James opened the cabin door and let it slam behind him.
“What’s the matter, dear?”
“People need to leave their kids at home when they go on a cruise. Swimming in the pool was impossible!”
“You better learn more patience with children; we’ll have two little ones in six months…”
Aubrey is an idealist with a fondness for writing, and all things culture. She sporadically has vivid dreams about her unpublished books being on the New York Times best sellers list.
I grabbed my keys off the kitchen counter and walked to my car, which was parked under the only working street light.
I wondered whether she would prefer a red or white rose, and why she would care when she would never actually see them, or anything else, ever again.
Joe Russo has been published on Linguistic Erosion. When he’s not writing he’s blogging. You can see more of his stuff at The Homo Whisperer.
I sat by the river contemplating life.
In that short span of time, the seasons begun to change, and I said goodbye to my childhood days.
They disappeared down the river as nature blew a gift into my palm.
I smiled, melancholy.
And the autumn leaves melted in my hand.
Kymberli Roberson lives in Illinois where she is currently hunting down the goblins of writer’s block.
The pilot gooses the throttles, slipping the airplane onto the catapult shuttle. Settling deeper into the seat, he salutes the catapult officer and grabs the canopy handle.
Now, wait for it…
Wham! Sphincters tighten.
Two seconds later, he’s airborne at 150 knots.
If this was Disneyland, it’s an “E” ride!
Jim Purdy is a retired engineering manager who lives in Oregon and spends his day with his faithful dog who never gives him disparagement. She wags her tail as he reads her whatever he has just written.
She posed for the camera, her smile just big enough to show the tips of her front teeth.
Tilting her head to the right, then left, she wondered which shot would make it to her profile page, how many likes it’d get, and when the world would finally notice her.
Debbi Antebi (@debbisland) lives in Istanbul, Turkey, and blogs at debbiantebi.wordpress.com.
There’s a buzzing in my mind,
like a swarm
from a ripped and tattered hive.
Looking in my direction,
can you see my soul
through your dark and stinging eyes?
What happened to the words
so softly spoken,
your gentle hand,
your warm embrace,
as we walked, talked, and smiled.
Patrick works with robots and computers, at times writing software, but he would rather write poems.
The decision for story of the week was literally too close to call. That’s why I’m setting a potentially dangerous precedent by selecting two stories as story of the week for September 8 to 12! Those stories are The Talking Fingers of My Great Greek Grandfather by Bob Thurber and Summer Learning, 1975 by Jennifer L. Freed.
Great work on both of these, Bob and Jennifer!