“Let me see if I have this straight.” My supervisor, Sharon Hart, sighed and straightened the papers on her desk before adjusting her glasses, an unconscious ritual to help her process information she didn’t like.
Flash Fiction Friday
When they told me I’d be predicting the future, I pictured something a little more glamorous…
Being a were-beast really bites. Literally.
A lone figure trudges through ice and snow. Frozen crystals cake his clothes and the pack on his back cuts into his shoulders. His whole body is numb and fatigue […]
“Zombie kids, run!”
The cold stone floor numbs my bare feet, and I shiver in my white sundress. Strange, I don’t remember owning such a dress. And why aren’t I wearing shoes? Where […]
The sea beneath me rises and falls, lifting my form as I lie suspended in water—and in time. The sun on my skin, the wind caressing my cheek, all senses […]
Zombie movies lie. Well, maybe not lie. They were right about a lot of stuff. The blood, the guts, the horror of having your best friend chew your face off, […]
For those who work a standard Monday to Friday week, the last few hours before the weekend seem to last for an eternity. So, to help get you through those […]