I knew the way to his dad’s headstone as though it were my own father—wish that bastard was dead instead of just gone, but luck falls on the beautiful not the brave.
Take this as a warning: shut your blinds, you never know what will come knocking.
“Damn … zombies.”
'"If I don’t return, there’s no one left that would miss me, but please share this as widely as you can. We can’t let the truth die."' Flash story about a teen who goes in search of the truth.
"Zay signs off, switches terminals and servers. He is no longer V01D, serpent of the Red Vine, but is now 640ST, the unseen hand behind the destruction of the world." Flash fiction excerpt from my current WIP
'After making sure they are still alone, Adrienne whispers, inching closer to Malcolm on the ledge. “One thing is for sure they are our children.”'
"...turned into a symbol of what horror was and will never be again" Flash story number 11 from my August flash fiction challenge where I write a flash or micro story a day for the month and share them on my blog.