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.
But the possibilities of a dead thing are endless in the minds of teens.
Take this as a warning: shut your blinds, you never know what will come knocking.
“Only those who want to go home can. You just don’t want to be alone.”
“Damn … zombies.”
This could all go to hell and turn into another bad pairing of talents, but I hope that it won't, and it'll grow into something like each of the writers who will attend.
'"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.
"...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.
7th story in my August Flash Story challenge where I write a story a day for the month and post it on the site. '"It’s a funny thing, this skin we are given."' Follow my blog to receive a free flash or micro story and tidbits from the writing life like advice, inspiration.