Microfiction: I and the Bound Man

I approached the bound man. Bulbous and round, reeking of his own filth. The boastful braggart had nothing to say. A powerful man among his people, but here, he was nothing more significant than an insect. Impotent. Petulant. I went to work ripping flesh from bone. Strip by strip I pulled the bound man’s flesh […]

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Microfiction: Heavy is the Head

It began as it always had, with a whisper. A small voice calling out from the depths of the subconscious mind. Gentle urgings promising incredible reward for so little risk. Now a grown man of power, he grumbled against the voice, though quickly cowed to its will. The crown upon his head might as well […]

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Traffic Stop

Red and blue lights flashed along a quiet southern stretch of Highway Ninety-Nine. California State Trooper, Howard McCallister, cautiously approached the silver Honda Accord he had just pulled over. The driver’s window had been rolled down and McCallister could see the driver’s hands positioned atop the steering wheel. Light from the officer’s flashlight spilled across […]

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Bloody Mary

It began with a dare. A stupid dare. We were supposed to be adults, but there I stood locked in my bathroom with three lit candles and water rushing from the faucet. Outside the door I hear my idiot roommates drunkenly giggling like tittering children. We might have had one too many drinks when we waxed […]

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