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Hitcher (a 500-word freaky flash fiction story) by Oren Shafir

Anyone else would have sped right by the big man, but not him. Everyone is God, Charlie thought: me, the children, even this hitchhiker.

"Thanks for pulling over, man." the hitcher said. "I'm going all the way to L.A, but anywhere you can take me out of this rain is fine with me."

"I'll take you all the way, brother."
"Oh, far out man."
Charlie laughed. "Climb on board, man."
Now Charlie could see that the big man was not much more than a teenager really. He had some light blonde peach fuzz on his...

My poem is written on the wall

My poem, originally published in Connotation Press, is now on the wall of Café Blå Time, which is otherwise covered by great art and soon to be joined by more poetry from esteemed Danish and international poets.

Laughing with the Dead (a 600-word Halloween flash fiction short story) by Oren Shafir

In my country, cemeteries are just like parks, she says.

Lately, she’s started calling it her country, like she didn’t leave when she was zero-years.old. They’re more in touch with death in her country, she says. The living and the dead all together laughing and celebrating. Go say hello to your dead relatives’ ghostly spirits, she says.

Listen, I don’t want to say hello to them any sooner than I have to.  In my country, the dead are just dead. I hate being late, but I’m not cutting throug...

Regret (a 40-word freaky flash fiction story) by Oren Shafir

The moment I slept with her, I knew I wanted only you. The moment I decided not to fight for you, I knew I needed you. The moment I jumped off the bridge, I knew I still wanted to live.

True Self (a 200-word freaky flash fiction horror story) by Oren Shafir

Joe had always been astute at hiding it, but imagine, he thought, if these people got a glimpse of his true nature. If they knew what drove him, what would they think then?


Every boy is fascinated by the intricate choreography, the shades and shadows, the dang...

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The Way Down (a 100-word freaky flash fiction story) by Oren Shafir

He remembers things he should have no recollection of.  Things he never saw. Things he didn't notice at the time. Things which, in reality, he always knew too well. All in vivid detail.
His father's sense of desperation and torment just before he left them. His mother's anguish when he himself left home as a young man, and she asked him if he would stay in touch, and he said he would.  It's as if he's inside her now feeling her pain. She knows he is lying. Then, later, he feels the h...

Daddy Isn't Dead (a 100-word freaky flash fiction short story) by Oren Shafir

Was it normal that Jonathon still talked to his Daddy? Janice wasn't sure of anything anymore. Ever since the accident, she felt as though she were floating. Even her little boy seemed visitant and distant. 


"No."

"Then, why do you do it, sweetheart?"

"It makes him feel better."

He looked so serious.

Janice wiped a tear away, tried to focus, but everything seemed to blur.

"Honey, I'm worried about you," she said.

"I'm worried abo...

Safe and Sound (a 200-word freaky flash fiction story) by Oren Shafir

It was the simplest of questions that had triggered my panic: ”What do you want for dinner?” 

Steak and fries, lasagna or pizza? When she saw my confusion, she decided for me.

“Steak and fries it is. I’ll clean the house, and you go shopping. I’ll make you a list. It’s great to have you back,” she added, but I saw the pity in her eyes.

I sit in the car trembling. I see her expression in my mind now, and I’m close to tears. What’s wrong with me? I need to get it together. I have the shopping...

An Eye for an Eye (a 200-word flash fiction horror story) by Oren Shafir

Number Two heard crying from the other room. Not really crying, more like the strange sound that sometimes came from the cats in the alley at night. 

"Did you cut it out?" he asked Number One when he came out.
"Yes.We had to punish that pig for looking at our women."

"I want to see."

Number One smiled mischievously and then took Number Two by the elbow guiding him into the room where it had happened.

Number Two thought there would just be a socket, but it was kind of hanging half way out. It'...