The Fall

“No, I’m not saying that. What I’m saying is that I still expect to wake up at any moment.”

Elizabeth Walsh tossed her rubber gloves into the sink and removed her apron. She hung it next to the refrigerator and wiped the sweat from her brow. Her husband, Mark, sat at the kitchen table, leaning the chair he sat in on its back legs so the front were several inches off the ground. He had a bemused grin on his handsome face and his hands on the top of his head, ruffling his dark brown hair.

“You still think this is all a dream?” he asked of his lovely strawberry-blonde wife of twelve years. “You think that you, me, our kids, they’re all a part of your dream and that none of our life here has ever happened? I mean, that’s funny, but you’re not serious, right?” … More The Fall

Physical

The small orb had been in his possession for four days now and had been confounding Eldrich at every turn. One day it was absorbing sunlight and turning it into energy as though it was photosynthetic, the next it was consuming dead crickets and using them for fuel. Other days it took light and amplified it without using any observable energy or changing in temperature at all. The weight and size of the object never changed, no matter how much output it had or how much it consumed. It always sat at a constant 3.5489 kilograms and had a radius of 7.874 centimeters. It didn’t eat, it only absorbed, as though it was osmotic, but with compounds besides water. It had no face nor any sort of communicative output, yet was mocking him. His anger grew until he spoke for the first time in hours.

“Damn it, why aren’t you obeying the laws of physics?” … More Physical

Dear Mr. President

Welcome to the greatest responsibility a person in this day and age can be saddled with. When I was inaugurated into the office 8 years ago I thought that I understood the amount of pressure and incredible weight that would come with the office, but I quickly learned that I completely underestimated the magnitude of … More Dear Mr. President

Squabbles

Janice was beyond thrilled this crisp Saturday afternoon. She had been cooking all morning in anticipation of lunch, singing along to Spotify and practically sashaying every step she took. She twirled her way between the oven and the counter, did two-steps over to the sink, and dipped herself (her husband wasn’t interested in dancing) when … More Squabbles

Canines

Here’s some lovely BRAND SPANKIN NEW flash fiction for ya. This is based on a writing prompt taken from Reddit, using the “Random” button on writing prompts. Thanks to /u/KleverGuy. “Oh, this is bad,” said Archibald, running a clawed finger through his mouth. “Oh, this is so very bad.” It’s not very often that Archie … More Canines