Posts Tagged FlashesofDarkness-year1
The creature was clearly one of the undead
Posted by dewight in FREE Fiction on July 6
Image text: With the dead walking the land she knew she couldn’t be too careful. The front door was shattered and sounds from the back of her apartment caused her to ready her pistol and machete. No one was in the common rooms or the bedroom, but splashing sounds issued from the bathroom. Gritting […]
A voice like thunder boomed
Posted by dewight in FREE Fiction on July 3
#amwriting #flashfiction #picfic Image text: “God, has revealed His plan to me.” The preacher somehow turned God into a three syllable word. “The sinners must be punished.” Above the stage of the outdoor revival the clouds roiled as if a storm were about to break. Puffs and whorls of cloud cemented themselves into the shape […]
A brobdingnagian eye opened
Posted by dewight in FREE Fiction on June 30
Image text: The starship hurtled toward the empty patch of space. Dozens of light years across, it was the most massive dead zone in the known universe. As the ship neared, a brobdingnagian eye opened. Entire constellations lived in its iris. The captain screamed to reverse course but there was no chance for the […]
He danced among the headstones
Posted by dewight in FREE Fiction on June 28
Image text: Darkness fell. The mist rose from the fecund soil of the cemetery.The witching hour had arrived. The spirit cloaked itself in the bones which once formed his frame. Bursting from the earth, a new birth, he danced the joy of his resurrection among the headstones. Soon he would journey forth to find supple […]
He looked and beheld a dark figure
Posted by dewight in FREE Fiction on June 26
Image text: His heart fluttered. In his ancient bones he knew his time was finally up. A breeze stirred the whisps of his hair. He turned his head to the sound of wings and beheld the dark figure which had come for him.
She thought it was a metaphor
Posted by dewight in FREE Fiction on June 24
Image text: She thought it was a metaphor, being fed to the Gods When the acolytes stripped her, she feared for her virtue. When the face appeared and opened its flaming maw she knew her soul as well as her life were soon to be lost.