Short Story: Pandemic

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I closed my eyes and breathed slower.

I tried my best to relax.

It was a new virus, advertised as nothing more than a simple flu. People died, and it spread, and more people died.. The government flaunted that it had it under control.

Then the unthinkable happened. The dead opened their eyes, and with a blood-curdling roar, stood back up as quick as lightning and began running around, leaving blood, devastation and even more death in their wake.

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Fiction: The Old Hospital

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I have always wanted to visit this old, abandoned hospital for a photo shoot. There was something about the place that pulled me in. I have figured it must have been the interesting textures and lighting I could get from the place.

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Flash Fiction: The Silence in the Fog

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John and Mary had been looking forward to this vacation for quite some time. Being in the busy world of business made them figure a schedule with much difficulty.

John rolled down the windows of the RV for a bit to smell the cool mountain air. His face was assaulted by a rush of wind that rustled his hair and made his breathing quite difficult. He quickly closed the window, and glanced at Mary who was seated beside him.

Mary put down her phone, her face still illuminated by the screen.

“What?” She asked.

“There’s a fog up ahead.”

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Flashfiction: The Cat with a Hat

I was on my way home passing by my usual paths when I encountered a strange and unusual sight.

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There, in the middle of the walkway sat an orange cat. At first it was busy cleaning and licking itself, but then it stopped and stared at me with those green eyes. However, it was not the way the cat looked at me that was unusual, it was that this cat wore a black top hat. The hat was small, just the right size for the cat’s small head.

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Flashfiction : Beware of the Night

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     Crickets chirped in the cool, quiet night as Earl sat on his porch. His hand cradled a warm cup of coffee which he occasionally sipped.
     It would have been a comfortable evening, but the mosquitoes buzzing in his ears made annoying companions. His left hand slapped on a mosquito who was fortunate enough to escape his wrath. 
     Earl grumbled when he examined his empty palm. The buzzing around his ear continued.
     “Is that you, Earl?” A man by the road called out and started to walk towards him.

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Ready to Rock

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This post is in response to a weekly flash fiction prompt challenge at the Carrot Ranch for August 1-6.

I was made aware of this challenge via a post in Borden’s Blog – Challenge Accepted: Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction – Rock Star.

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The Traveller

Jeremy cursed as he tripped and almost fell on the pavement.

He looked back, and gave the offending tile a sharp glare. He then gritted his teeth and hurried away.

There’s no use having a staring contest against rocks and things.

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The day was bright and sunny, yet the sun was not as blaring hot.

Jeremy fished his phone from his pockets and checked the time. It was half past eight. He’s terribly late.

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It Was All a Dream, Right?

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Richard’s eyes snapped open, he found himself on his bed sweating and breathing hard.

“It was all a dream?”

He looked at his hands and saw words written on them…

“It was not a dream.”

Richard screamed and leapt backwards away from his hand. Continue reading “It Was All a Dream, Right?”