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Edge of the Abyss

Here it is, the final installment of the long story we have been a little lost in over the last month. Seems crazy to think that we are finally to that last bit. Though it does slip into the very strange at this point. Anyway, reacquaint yourself or catch up …

Bleeding inkwell

Bleeding Inkwell

I am oddly reminded of an office structure similar to Bob Cratchet and Ebineezer Scrooge when I think about this setting. I imagine the whole story of Scrooge might have had a different outcome if this were to happen. Bleeding Inkwell A slight breeze blew through the office, dank and …

Legacy Spirit

Legacy Spirit

There is a time and place for everything. So right now I declare this the right time and place for a little bit of bizarro. There may be a point to this or maybe there isn’t. Maybe this is just the strange imaginings of a very very strange man. I …

Stones and the Broken Man

Stones and the Broken Man

Strange rituals, defy all logic. There is always a battle that is part of the definition of who we are. Is it the ritual itself that must make sense or is it what we take away from the ritual that will define who we are? Only those who undertake the …

Purse Snatcher

The Purse Snatcher

The Purse Snatcher The punk grabbed the old lady’s purse and ran up those steps like a monkey on crack. A little crowd of tourists gathered around as the old woman yelled at me to do something. I’m at least thirty years older and a good fifty pounds heavier than …

Bad Day for Og

Bad Day for Og

What we see here is the return of the Wednesday Indies Unlimited flash fiction challenge (at least on my end they didn’t stop in October). I feel like I need to get back up to speed with these mini stories. Amazing what taking close to a month of from them …

Just Press Play

Just Press Play Just a button, just a damn button, sitting there, forlorn, lost, a button without a home. What was its purpose? What could it do? Harry agonized over the thing for the better part of the morning. It had arrived in a gift wrapped box. The tag read, …

the black dot

The Black Spot

The Black Spot The size of a quarter, that was where it started, at least when Jessica noticed it at any rate. A black spot on her white wall, she didn’t know where it came from. The spot started in the corner, behind the TV stand. She only noticed it …