Posts Tagged Short Fiction
The Moving Shell
Posted by dewight in FREE Fiction on April 22
“Isn’t the view amazing,” Gloria said. She looked over her shoulder at her best friend Julia who stood further back from the cliff edge. She didn’t look enthused to be there. The women had hiked to the lighthouse at the urging of the owner of the bed and breakfast. The old man had said that […]
The Upstairs Room
Posted by dewight in FREE Fiction on April 8
#flashfiction Sergeant Wilson stood hunched against the blowing snow outside the Victorian home. Two dozen other cops huddled in the shadows near doors and windows preparing for the go signal. According to the Fed running the show there was some kind of Satanic cult in the house. They had a kidnapped girl and were probably […]
Charlie McCarthy’s Baby
Posted by dewight in FREE Fiction on April 1
#flashfiction Mary walked into the nursery gently rocking her baby. Her little angel gurgled as she lost her struggle with wakefulness and closed her eyes to dream baby dreams. “Finally,” Mary said. She looked over her shoulder with a smile at her husband, Jake, who stood in the doorway. “She’s finally asleep,” she whispered. He […]
The Summoning
Posted by dewight in FREE Fiction on March 24
#flashfiction Lord Armitage glided down the stone steps to the cellar of Armitage castle. The hem of his black velvet robe swept the ancient dust from the steps as he descended. The robe was embroidered in eldritch symbols with threads of precious and rare metals. If one were to stare at the designs they would […]
Daycare
Posted by dewight in FREE Fiction on March 18
#flashfiction “Come along children. Gather in close. We’re going out for our walk.” Miss Kelly who ran the daycare facility stood next to the door and beckoned all the children toward her. The children toddled across the room, abandoning their toys. Each displayed bright white teeth and were filled with joy to be going for […]
Social Visit
Posted by dewight in FREE Fiction on March 4
#flashfiction Marianne got out of her rusting Volvo and stared up at the looming Victorian façade at the top of the low hill. She lifted the clipboard from its spot on the seat and double checked the address against the one on the mailbox nearly buried by tall weeds. Marianne shook her head in resignation. […]