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Flash Fiction # 114 -- Snow Day

 




    Darkness was coming again, the sort of blackness that had nothing to do with night. It lingered out there at the edge of the day, waiting. . . .



Andre had put off leaving for the meeting as long as he dared. He stood by the window to his apartment, his jacket on, and looked out at the cold snowy street below. Nothing much moved there, except for a group of kids who still found

Flash Fiction #113: The Collector (Drabble)

    ""He collects butterflies," a woman whispered with utter disgust.


Michis ignored her and the unexpected squeak of dismay that followed.



"Butterflies! There are live insects here? We must leave!"



The middle-aged women rushed out of the botanical garden. They wouldn't be back.



Michis gathered a butterfly carefully into a case. Three hours later he opened the door to his private

Flash Fiction #112: Home

 



       Nothing had ever been easy for Kane. Being half elven meant humans wouldn't allow him anywhere near their carriages. Hiring a horse for travel was out of the question because humans claimed you couldn't trust they weren't using magic coins that would disappear -- a mockery of the elves sense of honor.


This left Kane in an uncomfortable and often dangerous situation when he

Is Amazon crazy?

(This is not about one of my own books, but rather about a book that was published through A Conspiracy of Authors, which I oversee.)







I will not go into the specifics of what is going on in this case -- no names and no book title, since nothing has been resolved yet -- but I'd like people to consider something about Amazon which is so totally insane that I really couldn't believe

Flash Fiction #111 -- Message

 







     "We must get word through to the city," General Lock said, his head bowed and weary. "They must know that there are far more of the enemy than we were lead to believe."

Woodlyn didn't know why General Lock was saying this to him. He was barely conscious, the arrow that had pierced his arm having been removed only a few minutes before. Besides, he wasn't a messenger; he was a

Flash Fiction #110 -- In the Jungle (Drabble)

 

    





     Everything went quiet except for the steady steps. Martin retreated to the tent's corner and scribbled words by the wane light.


The creature stalks me. This may be my last entry --


Something growled as the tent lifted and boxes securing the hodgepodge of blankets toppled.


Mary glared. "David, take out the trash! How a grown --"


David tossed aside the journal,

Flash Fiction #109 -- Trouble Brewing

 



      

      Despite the fact that potions bored her to tears and she hated doing them, the simple base mixture her mother set her to make would have been fine if the cat hadn't knocked the jar off the shelf. That's the way bad things often happened, Serena thought as she saw the jar of feathers tip and the contents land in the pot below.

"Buffy!" Serena yelled in frustration, startling

Preview -- Resurrection: Chance and Change (Science Fiction)

 


This is a new novel that I hope to have published within the next couple days.


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Flash Fiction #108 -- Memories

 




    The police drove by as I walked along the street at sunset. I was out of place; a punk looking for trouble -- but not the kind the cops could handle.



I knew I should never seek out places like this but I stepped up to the gate leading to the old wreck of a mansion despite my worries. Bad things had happened here. Even my family wouldn't talk about it.



When I was younger, I'd

Flash Fiction #107 -- Dinner

     I looked at my sister as she came through the front door, twelve year old Maria holding to her hand. My niece was, as usual, dressed in frills and bows, her hair a mass of pretentious, perfect curls. The girl glared and was already stomping her foot, the usual sign that she was bored.


"And what part of 'A gathering of adults to discuss literature?' didn't you understand?" I asked.