The Old Choir (2008)
“He began to scream for help, for forgiveness, for mercy, for everything he could think of, until his lungs were raw and empty of air.”
The Flowers of War World (2007)
I can see it now, the great figure of the autoch, no longer just a crimson smear on my overvision map. I ping my men over the squad net and we alight on the leaf of a flower, the glow of our jets banishing the shadow cast by the great petals overhead.
Go Read ‘ILU-486′
HELLO THERE. WE HEARD U NEED THIS. DON’T WORRY, WE LOVE YOU. EVERY PART OF YOU BELONGS TO YOU. [ILU-486]
F3: Funeral
It’s been a while since I’ve posted a piece of Friday flash fiction. I hope to post another entry later in the day explaining why. For the time being, here is another story that is technically too long to be flash, clocking in at 1,171 words. . FUNERAL
The Chattering Masses