Beautifuland

Money lost is never money made.   Someone in Beautifuland was about to die. Breedj, a crystalline creature made of hexagons and pink diamond shapes, exhaled a sad, clattering sound and rested her pentagonal face in her diamond-tipped appendages. “Fhodrae means three or more of us. That word will soon have no application. Look at…

surrounded by Men

Piece of incredibly short writing that didn’t make the finals of a contest. Hope you enjoy it, or don’t, more than they did. I thought it was rather clever.   Everyone dies in the blink of an eye. My mother died in a typical way. The method of murder, you see, was me.

My website…

where flash fiction based upon WeirdBook Facebook posts goes to die. Or was it Weird Tales? I can never keep them apart. My child never came home. I remember the last day I saw her. I remember the shirt she wore. I remember struggling it over her shoulders. I remember the debate, pink pony, purple…

Aunt Karen is Weird

It’s always Sweater Day somewhere…   “Why are you wearing a sweater? It’s downright warm in here.” “I’m participating in National Sweater Day.” Aunt Karen’d really gone for it, too. She rocked back and forth in her threadbare lazyboy— relic of the eighties— proudly swamped in a triple XL, maroon, blue and green knit sweater…

Working at the CTR

She waited in their car for her husband to come out of the Clinical Translational Research building. The car had been her responsibility until three days ago when her last paycheck from the TV station ran out, making Dave the one paying the automobile bill. All the bills, in fact. She watched a group of…