Flash Fiction
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Bioweapon
The day started so well. Now, I was behind a glass divider in a quarantined room. A voice crackled over the speaker. “I need you to tell me what happened a hour ago in the barracks. We need to know why you’re the last of your platoon.” *** The barracks shook with the noise of Continue reading
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Fire in the Oasis
Hassan cringed at the cries from the top of the minaret. Ever since Warlord Nadim invaded the oasis two months ago, the welcome calls to prayer had been replaced by calls to witness. To witness the power of one only focused on taking. None desired to come to come to the agora, but all were Continue reading
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Last supper
Behind Tristan, in the communal area of the Lynwood Projects, the plucking sound of a vihuela filled the night air. The remnant smells of chicken and steak were slowly giving way to the cloying cinnamon-y sweetness of churros. String lights ran from post to post ensured all shadows pointed in front of him. Only the Continue reading
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Why we dance
I wish that my mother hadn’t been so prudent, and my brother such a coward. Up on the cliff top, far behind us now, our village laid in ruin. The only indication that home once existed was a column of smoke winding towards the heavens as we fled down the mountains. If we hadn’t left, Continue reading
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Some things stay broken
Inspired by the following prompt: [WP] “You are being selfish. If you want to forget go ahead. Why are you forcing me to?” (Grief) The silence around the kitchen table was so dense that even the clink of the cutlery against plates struggled to pierce it. She tried to broach the quiet, “Is something bothering Continue reading
About Me
I find writing stories to be a fun way to pass the time.
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