Category: Flash Fiction and Poetry

No more monsters under the bed No more force-feeding broccoli at dinner No more lingering suspicions of why he worked late No more fresh flowers …

She looks in the mirror She doesn’t like what she sees Pretending to be strong and powerful She is often weak in the knees Old …

The knife itself is thin and sharp, Falsely delicate, bright and beautifully vicious. It’s wielder’s music the softest harp, His song not the slightest bit …

Zero Eight, Seventeen. Etched on his heart. He had to be there, by the walls overlooking the Bastions. He had to see her. A date …