I’m not the kind of guy who likes surprises very much. I never had much in the way of birthday parties to begin with, but surprise parties in particular always rubbed me the wrong way. I mean, you want to celebrate my life by trying to scare me to death? No, thank you. It’s really… Continue reading Impala Nights: Part 1
Tag: Fiction
Flash Fiction: Strong Yet Subtle
For this week’s Flash Fiction Challenge over at Terribleminds, Picking Uncommon Apples, the random number gods bestowed upon me 28, 18, and 31. Here’s what came out of those choices! Ravenna slipped through the opened grate with the sort of smooth ease that only comes from years of practice. She heard the soft splashing behind… Continue reading Flash Fiction: Strong Yet Subtle
Flash Fiction: You Had To Have It
For this week’s Terribleminds Flash Fiction Challenge, I chose the sentence written by Vicente L Ruiz. Enjoy! I have witnessed the end of humanity. I don’t know how any rational human being could have a different thought at the sight of people lined up outside of the ostentatious glass-walled store. For release after release, I… Continue reading Flash Fiction: You Had To Have It
Flash Fiction: Thursday
For this week’s Terribleminds flash fiction challenge, The Opening Line Revealed. Thursday was out to get me. I could have written off the last crumbs of breakfast cereal as poor planning ahead. Spilling coffee on my coat, that happens. Traffic being bad is more a rule than an exception. A pile of paperwork on my… Continue reading Flash Fiction: Thursday
Flash Fiction: Enter the Bishop
Over on Terribleminds I’m playing The Numbers Game. He’d fought his way through her fortress, her brainwashed goons slapped aside as gently as possible. They were innocent, blameless. The silent plague they’d caught had done this. He entered the throne room at last, finding her on the wide dias, sampling ripe grapes. “You did this.”… Continue reading Flash Fiction: Enter the Bishop
Flash Fiction: The Torch
Terribleminds made me do it. The news was the same as they walked into the restaurant as it had been all day: rumors of some sort of natural disaster followed by talking heads alternately saying everything was under control and everybody was doomed. Linus shook his head as he removed his wife’s fur coat. “I… Continue reading Flash Fiction: The Torch
Flash Fiction: Scratch
This week: 100 words on the subject of revenge. The knife was his world. With every move against the stone, his memory also sharpened. Scratch. Town hall meetings, talks with police, phone calls with councilmen, all aimed at making the streets safe. Scratch. Arguments from talking heads and neighbors, saying they were products of their… Continue reading Flash Fiction: Scratch
Honor & Blood, VI: Viserys
Courtesy Jim Stanes Please note: All characters, locations and events are copyright George RR Martin and the events that take place during this game can and will deviate from series canon. The Story So Far: It is Year 296 since Aegon’s Landing. Word of the lost swords of high Westrosi houses by up-and-coming House Luxon… Continue reading Honor & Blood, VI: Viserys
Flash Fiction: The Haunting on Rue de Berri
Plucked from the pages of history indeed. “Thank you for coming, Mister Franklin.” “It’s nothing.” The printing mogul and statesman leaned on his walking stick as he looked around the room. Like so many Parisian homes, it was as ostentatious as taste and budget allowed. A black cat looked up at him from the fainting… Continue reading Flash Fiction: The Haunting on Rue de Berri
Honor & Blood, V: The Green Boy
Please note: All characters, locations and events are copyright George RR Martin and the events that take place during this game can and will deviate from series canon. The Story So Far: It is Year 296 since Aegon’s Landing. Jon Snow has left Winterfell for Moat Cailin, home of House Luxon. His brothers Robb and… Continue reading Honor & Blood, V: The Green Boy
