“The Devil’s Dog” (Audio)
…Did you…did you see that?
Tag: fiction
“Escape”
“I’m not going to die here.”
Sniper
She looked through the scope, at the woman, smiling and laughing. They had the same face, the same habits, and name She knew she couldn’t let this creature live.
Groundhog’s Day
The Groundhog woke up and left its hole to see it didn’t have a shadow. The Groundhog’s shadow forgot to set its alarm and woke up five minutes later.
The Fish Were Biting – Hint Fiction
Tearing the flesh from his bones with forks and knives made of coral. They enjoyed a freshly caught meal.
Angel of Agony
She runs across the fields, roiling clouds above her head. She knows the storm is here. She can smell it in the air. The grass beneath her feet is oddly soft against her skin but she wants it to cut, she wants it to hurt. She runs, chest heaving, heart pounding, she can barely get […]
“Meat”
Sometimes I get hungry—just really damn hungry and I think about all the things I’d like to eat. Like my favorite kinds of sandwiches, pizza, that chocolate cake they have at Jack in the Box, but the one thing that always comes to the forefront of my mind is meat. I hunger for meat. And […]
Revelations
My name came to me from the darkness of the room, whispered. I cracked open my eyes, wanting to roll over and ignore the invading voice that jerked me from blissful sleep. “Jen,” my brother said. His face was only a dark outline and his teeth barely visible. “Don’t pretend to be asleep.” I laid […]
Cat’s Grace – Hint Fiction
The cat fell from the tree, turning in the air, It landed on the ground, feet first, then scurried away. The little girl looked down from up in the tree, several feet high, with her grip loosening. She wondered if she could be a cat too.
Kessa’s Curse
I ran into the church. No surprise, it was empty, had been since it was abandoned in the nineteen thirty somethings. The pews looked half eaten, taken by mold. The carpet was matted and old, withering away like the decaying walls. The windows were stained and the whole building stank of time and abandonment. “Kessa!” […]
Zo Grimmwood 