Raw Earth Ink
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Category: Flash Fiction
Visceral Perdition – Collaboration
How did I find my way here? It wasn’t supposed to be this way, was it? Looking down at my hands, I see them holding my glistening entrails, piled and ropey. I cough, and a spray of blood erupts from my lips. “You’ll soon… Continue Reading “Visceral Perdition – Collaboration”
Daemona
She was just an egg in the deep green sea, one amongst a thousand. Her soft shell was orange-pink and kept her safe for a little while. She poked a claw out one moonlit night and pushed her way free, turned and swallowed that… Continue Reading “Daemona”
Ol’ Moe – A Flash Fiction Collaboration
Every day was much the same. Day in, day out. He sat upon his doorstep, his thin, deeply tanned naked arms resting on his knobby knees. Knees worn by years of a hard life. Cleaning the shoes of the rich and elite, he was… Continue Reading “Ol’ Moe – A Flash Fiction Collaboration”
The World According to Allison
Allison is the queen of the world. No. Not the queen. She’s the star and director. We all play our parts according to Allison’s will. Oh, Allison needs more attention, oh-no! there’s trouble at work, can you help her out?! Allison needs you to… Continue Reading “The World According to Allison”
Across the Table
How many times had they sat opposite this very table from one another? Dozens. A hundred? They had been friends for years, him and her. Seen each other through thin times and thick. Friends. Good friends. She through a divorce. He through a massive… Continue Reading “Across the Table”
Her Name Was Love
As a young woman, she moved with an easy grace and light skipping footsteps, the bloom of youth fresh upon her lovely face, her ripe firm breasts and long limber legs. The bright warm sun quickly dried the occasional rain of tears down her… Continue Reading “Her Name Was Love”
How It Feels – Collaboration
I had finally fallen asleep, something which does not come easy for me. How did you get in? I didn’t even hear you, didn’t feel your approach. My chest erupts in a fountain of pain and confusion. My god, is that a knife, this… Continue Reading “How It Feels – Collaboration”
Dancer
Day by day she sits in the window staring out as drab-dressed townsfolk pass by. At times one may turn and look at her. Their reaction was always the same: one of macabre desire. Her lips are painted cherry red, her eyes are a… Continue Reading “Dancer”
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