Tag Archives: creative writing

There’s Something in the Dark. Flash Fiction.

Sally walked through the brightly lit tunnel, the staccato clacking of her high heels echoing against the tiled walls. She held her purse a little tighter as she walked, the station itself was clean, it always was, and there was … Continue reading

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After The End. Short Story.

Tony looked out the window, at the people walking past on the sidewalk, at the sun shining in the sky and the clouds floating serenely above, it all seemed so perfect, but it was wrong, it had to be. Tony … Continue reading

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Body Snatcher. Short Story.

“How many times have you died now?” “I’m not sure, it’s hard to keep track.” “How do you lose track?” “It all blurs into one after a while. I kept a log book for a while, it’s around here somewhere … Continue reading

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Retirement. Short Story.

Thirty-Six lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. He had barely slept the night before, tossing and turning, he would have liked to have gotten out of bed, to pace back and forth in his small room, but he didn’t … Continue reading

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Daily Dose. Flash Fiction.

Thomas took a swig from the bottle, then grimaced as he felt the burning heat of it move down his throat before blooming in his stomach. He gasped, then took another drink. He started coughing, beads of sweat began to … Continue reading

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Deep Below. Short Story.

Kelly opened her eyes and felt a sudden jolt of panic, she closed them again hoping that she was still dreaming, but when she opened them she was still in the tunnel. She sat up slowly, looking around herself, how … Continue reading

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Resolution. Flash Fiction.

Justine stood in the hallway, she took short, shallow breaths, any attempt to breathe deeply resulted in a coughing fit. The house smelt of damp and rot, of old milk and over it all a heavy stench of stale cigarette … Continue reading

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