Zachary W Gilbert, Author
Dearest writer, we meet, yet again,
How are things, with you, and your pen?
Have you gotten your work out into the light?
Enter this Flash Fiction Anthology, and you just might. 22 more words
24 minutes ago
That Face That Isn’t a Face
The light hurts my eyes. I can see it streaming in through my cage, illuminating the bars. Sometimes it doesn’t seem so bad down here. 135 more words
1 hour, 1 minute ago
It's All In Perception
The sky is chartreuse
Dogs are now giraffes
Rain causes drought
Lots of sunshine lowers vitamin D levels
If one lives too close to the equator, one risks freezing to death… 27 more words
1 hour, 9 minutes ago
I’ve just sent a 750-word military SF flash fiction off for submission.
It’s a “grunts on the ground” engagement with an alien thing.
I’m having some trouble locating more markets I think might consider this type of story. 25 more words
1 hour, 13 minutes ago
“I’m down here!” I yell to the skies. Frantically waving red jacket.
Crash without smoke or injuries. Half curse.
1 hour, 15 minutes ago
I Have Pretty Strong Convictions, I Guess
There was no car in the drive, so Kearns started down the road, keeping to the ditch, and looking back every few steps. He moved south toward the closest town, hoping they hadn’t been smart enough to come in from the north. 59 more words
1 hour, 22 minutes ago
Thin spiral notebook
The Wren Boys, dressed in rags and their faces obscured by crude masks, went cottage to cottage carrying their wren house, collecting offerings to the King of Birds. 336 more words
1 hour, 43 minutes ago