I saw the sniper’s muzzle flash a kilometer off, but the bullet moved faster than me. I only had time enough to think, “I shouldn’t have come to Afghanistan.”
Category: Competition
Competition
All Alone
The last human on earth sat in his kitchen, contemplating life. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, there was a knock at the door…
Suppertime!!
Donna was quite pleased with how dinner turned out.
Her guests had eaten the evidence.
Temp Job
I didn’t realize that I’d given myself that many paper cuts while filing today.
And then tonight I put on some hand sanitizer.
Petty literary crimes
Gloved hands tightened around his windpipe and red darkness flooded his vision. Then came the whisper, warm against his ear, “there was no need to give my stories only one star.”
Whispers
I broke into the old building’s basement to get out of the cold in and rain; a voice in the dark whispered “Get out.”
And I hissed back, “Make me.”
The Last Day
Then one day, the sun didn’t rise. Nor the next, nor the next, nor the next…
Vermin
In Gabriel’s room there are dusty dark things lurking in the shadows, waiting for his mum to turn out the light. When the door closes they slink towards the bed, scurry up the legs and wriggle all over their giggling plaything
Davy Jones’ Locker
Down into the dark depths I swam, past wrecks filled with beckoning devils and lonely old ghosts, till I felt my lungs burn and my eardrums burst. I ignored the pain and reached towards the door, guided by the streaks of light that shone through its cracks.
Suicide Menu
Well, it wasn’t dinner at the Waldorf, but it was fine:
As far as last meals go, a 40 ounce beer, a bottle of barbiturates , maple spread on toast and a big bag of weed’s not all that bad.
Billy
The alien stunk like moldy old shoes and the gelantenous mass of its body quivered as it looked the boy over. Exasperated,Billy sighed “You said you were having me over for dinner so where’s the food?”
Incident at the Owl Street Liquor Store
The kid charged up to the cash and jammed a .38 in the cashier’s face.
“Oh good,” said the cashier, his jaws unfurling, “Lunch is here!”
Hard Target
They gave me the wrong package when I left the cleaners.
I only realized after I’d opened it up to find my picture and a hit sheet with my name and home address.
Livin’ La Vida
It isn’t so much that I always wake up with a hangover and blacked out from a hard night of drinks and drugs that bothers me.
It’s that I always wake up.
Leave Now
“You should leave now” the little boy whispered as his body shook. “Not until I get what I came for” the crusty stranger rasped as the boy’s father’s scream echoed through the open basement door.
Soccer Practice
After a few hours of practice I went to pick up my boy at soccer practice today. He screamed at me but I managed to quiet him down with duct tape and some rope.
Soccer Practice
After a few hours of practice I went to pick up my boy at soccer practice today. He screamed at me but I managed to quiet him down with duct tape and some rope.
Crossing the road
I crossed the road on a busy day and everyone questioned my motives.
Buk buk.
Dream Catcher
I dreamt I was killed; not by the ax she struck me with from behind but by the company of my unsound mind.
Fighting to shake the sleep off my skin, I clutched the dream catcher by the lining of the coffin where my headboard once had been.
Daughter
Just as I was finished washing the dishes my daughter pulled on my yellow dress and beckoned me to follow her to her room. She still held tightly as I walked into the empty room, remembering that my daughter had died two weeks ago.