Chewing On Glass…

Tag: Flash fiction

  • West End Love for All the East End Girls…

    “So, are we doing this or what?” He asks me for the thirteenth time in the last five minutes. “We need to do this,” he reminds me once again. “We or you need to do this?” I ask barely looking away from my phone. “I’ll slap that thing right out…

  • A Story Never Told…

    “What the hell are you even doing up at this hour?” A voice asks with a yawn. I bang on the door harder and harder. “Ain’t no one want to see you in there. Hell, I see you and I don’t even want to,” the homeless man moans. “Shut up…

  • Wait and See…

    I’m startled awake confused as to where I am and where I should be. I can feel the bang of the door as much as I think I can hear it. “I’m going already. Give it a rest,” I shout but they don’t care. The door rattles with every strike.…

  • Beginning of All Things to End…

    “Things went from bad to worse,” he says as they walk down the long corridor. “What do you mean?” One of his colleagues asks. “Most importantly they are being taken to the facility right now to insure there will be a future them,” he says ignoring the question all together.…

  • Passions…

    “So here we are once again. You with the gun and me with the hostage. Who do you think is going to win this time? Me or you?” The madman with the barrel pressed against the victim’s head ponders out loud. “Things may seem like you’ve got the upper hand,…

  • The Dead Dirty Things…

    I can hear the bugs, the insects as they tempt me. Scratching through the hollowed out walls. Begging and pleading for me to bring them more. The sound of their legs scratching against the wall of my skull. They want more. They hunger, they crave the flesh they need. They…

  • As The Heavens Fall… Something Different…

    As Before Blood runs cold, the night air not as warm as beforeThoughts run empty with your celestial talkingDoes the mind stop even after you make itWhat separates us from animals if not for sinInhaling fire to stay alive one more nightStripped to the bones, pressed against the coldGiving into…

  • Breaking the Fourth Wall…

    I’m pretty laid back. I don’t express myself much through religion, cults, or anger. I get mad and I might even get offended though it takes a lot to get me there and I don’t remember the last time I was really offended. I told some body I was the…

  • Fact or Fiction…

    “I know your life is a never-ending nightmare full of horror and deceit. I know you are often at odds with yourself and this horrid thing called life. Every morning is filled with contempt as you have this endless debate on whether or not you should kill yourself in your…