19 Friday Dec 2014
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fiction, flash fiction, forever young, short story, steal, story, urban fantasy, youth
Last FFF: Holiday
Susan looked out over the ten by ten rows of clear plastic cradles. Inside each was a tightly wrapped new life. Some wriggled while others slept. One of the babies wailed. Continue reading
29 Saturday Nov 2014
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black friday, contemporary, fantasy, flash fiction, horror, read, shopper, short story, tales, urban fantasy, zombie
Last Week’s FFF: asd
They began to gather days ago. Jut a few at first. I suppose that they were the most hungry. But in time, their numbers swelled. There were hundreds now, maybe thousands. And we couldn’t keep them out forever.
I watched from my vantage point as the horde became increasingly rowdy. They pushed, shoved, howled, and were becoming more agitated by the moment.
I envisioned the violence. These were supposed to be humans. People who were once neighbors now vying to get int, willing to do whatever was necessary. Continue reading
15 Friday Aug 2014
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afterlife, dead, fantasy, fiction, flash fiction, ghost, read, short story, urban fantasy
Last FFF: What the Highway Prefers
Dead doesn’t always mean gone. Trust me on this, I’m something of an expert. I died sixteen years ago. Okay, so I suppose that’s not that long in the grand scheme of things. You could say that I’m something of a baby ghost. But believe me, you don’t want to meet the old ones. They’ve lost their minds. Or, what passes for a mind when you don’t have a physical body.
I miss my body and interacting with the physical world. Not that I can’t do it, I can if I try. I do it as little as possible. Not because I’m concerned with the effect of haunting people. Honestly, it sounds kind of fun.
No, I don’t interact with the physical world because it would kill me. Like, really kill me. I know what you’re thinking. I said I had died. It’s true. But there’s death, and then there’s nothingness.
Angela Cavanaugh 