flash fiction

Help

You are holding a small sign. It says, Help. You scream, Help. A spider comes. Thank you, it says, that’s what I have been trying to say. You hold the sign up a...

Special Cargo

Soft grey dusk slowly fades into the dark depths of the ocean cove. A lone motorboat speeds across choppy water.   The Canadian boat pulls up to a pr...
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Infested

The butterflies are becoming a problem. At this point they’ve reproduced several times, and my organs are littered with dead cocoon matter. I’m feeling quite cl...