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Hungry | Cannibal Flash Fiction for Three Prompts

Given three perfectly ordinary prompts, I’m not sure how I came up with the story of a young cannibal. WOW555 asked for “rage” or “passion.” … 424 more words


Burn baby, burn

Fresh, bloat, decay, dry
Bless my body when I die
But hold the maggots.


Thanks to Skat for the title!

I have Seven, Count 'em, Seven

I. Untitled
from my ceiling fan—

Raw-hide lines
oak blades to severed wrists—

each finger of the set
and angry
and utterly dead, 442 more words


V. Inside out

I’m walking alone down the hallways of an impossibly large, fancy, abandoned hotel. I pass by gothic columns of ribbed stone, and ornate stained-glass windows. Walls are the color of egg whites going bad. 372 more words


Untitled: Solicitus

Welcome back! It’s been a while, I know, but I’ve a lengthier piece of work to share with you all as a result of that considerably strange hiatus. 683 more words


Pinkisms. <3

Because the urge grabbed me and was decidedly Michael Caine about the whole thing.

I should so not be awake right now..


23# The Building.

Image by gubgib, courtesy of freedigitalphotos.net

I was so proud to work there. Every morning as I rounded that final corner I would catch a glimpse of the building basking in rising sun. 2,148 more words