The Headache at the Edge of Yesterday
I seem to pick up parasites like hitchhikers when I’m out there.
Category: Flash Fiction
Flash: 10: Bazaar Ambassador
Timothy often earned money and trinkets by showing newcomers around and making sure to point them in the right direction for the things they needed. As well as the things he knew they really wanted.
Flash: 09: Green Wall
What started with those five plants eventually grew into the many hundreds that adorned the Green Wall.
Flash: 08: Solid Gold
I would crawl around on all fours and bark like a dog if it meant a chance to fly with the greatest ace in history.
Flash: 07: The Gold Seal
Riding hard into the morning sun, we found ourselves on an ancient, ruined road.
Flash: 06: The Pillars
When giants moved, it meant war.
Flash: 05: Prism Fish
As the light filtered through its pearlescent form, it was split in a manner similar to a prism. I had never encountered anything like this in the two years that I had been here.
Flash: 04: Outrun the Flames Part 2
The lights in the sky continued their advance. He had no hope of outrunning them, but his legs refused to stop.
Flash: 03: Play Alone
My foot is gone. Must have left it back there in the dirt.
Flash: 02: Outrun the Flames
Out in the field, crows were scratching in the dead earth left in the wake of the machine.
Neon Hammer 