Flash Fiction

The Lyricist

A vampire bit me while I was listening to Sabrina Carpenter’s “Espresso”. I was so wrapped up in the song that I didn’t notice until a few seconds later. “Ow,”...

Grace

He arrived with the food, she wiped hot sauce and shards of yellow cheese from the table. Nearby, a family said grace over burritos and sodas. “I can’t belie...

DAY PASS

I’d gotten out of the clinic on a day pass, and Marie came to pick me up and drive me to her apartment. The sky looked more tired than I was, musty white. A sky...

The Canvas

He ground his wife’s bones to use as paint. He could not fathom why she remained dead—strange, strange indeed. He tilted his head; his fingers, not trembling—y...

Seen

I’ve always hated my fat fucking balloon of a left thumb. Before I met Steve, I wondered if I’d ever find a man willing to love someone with such a sick deformi...

Death App

Death never takes a holiday. And why should he? Surge pricing is amazing and there’s always a crunch around major events. Death wasn’t an all-powerful, immor...