• Flash Fiction,  Horror

    Secrets Worth Keeping

    Jake could see them from his bedroom window. He watched them leave in the cover of darkness from the abandoned house across the street, panicked and crying. And then the murders began.  It started with Adam Thompson, who was found stabbed to death outside his car in a parkade downtown. Investigators turned up no evidence. There were no witnesses and no leads.  Next, Lacey McGirvin made a call to 911 at 3:02 on a Thursday afternoon. The operator heard a scream followed by a crash of what turned out to be her own car crushing her against her garage. She died on the scene.  Police requested assistance from a public…

  • Flash Fiction,  Human Condition,  Literary

    Hidden Treasure

    He left in the cover of darkness. He lifted the palm leaves that concealed the boat he learned to build from an outlawed book. He prayed it would be seaworthy. A branch cracked in the near distance. He watched. He waited. Sweat dripped down his back. With his hat, a small pack of food, and water placed gently in the boat, he eased it into the sea. If he were caught now, he’d get at least 5 years in the pit.  Please float, he whispered into the night as he pushed off from the sandy safety of the beach. He sat. He watched. He waited.  His oar sloshed water, his…

  • Flash Fiction,  Horror

    Smoke Signals

    LOG:  June 5, 2017, around noon – It’s been 42 days since our plane went down. Today I saw smoke coming from the northeast side of the island. I thought I was the only survivor. There isn’t much food left, and only a little rainwater remaining. The skies are clear today, so I need to make it last.  I may venture out later to see where the smoke is coming from. If it’s another survivor, we can pool our resources and come up with a plan.  June 5, 2017, nighttime – I walked northeast. After an hour I stumbled upon what appeared to be a recently abandoned campsite. The embers…

  • Flash Fiction,  Human Condition

    Fred

    The only thing that glittered more than the road were the tears on Laura’s cheeks, sparkling ethereal in the moonlight on a midnight drive to nowhere. She blinked hard. The visibility out here was shit and the cut above her left eye was bleeding again. Her headlights cut through the gloom the way a flashlight cuts through murky water, which was to say, not well at all. Her engine roared. The windshield wipers on their fastest setting couldn’t clear her view. She willed herself to slow down, but couldn’t. He’d catch up to her. She glanced away from the road for a moment to check her rear-view mirror. No headlights.…

  • Flash Fiction,  Horror

    Happy Birthday Zachary

    “Why did she even invite us?” James asked after rapping on the heavy wooden door. “She’s our neighbour.” Patty replied. “After everything that’s happened — shh she’s coming.”  They stood smiling on the step as Frankie opened the door. She was grinning from ear to ear, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes.  “Thank you so much for coming!” She beckoned them inside. “So nice to have good neighbours here for Zachary’s big day. Presents go on the table there in the kitchen. And please, help yourself to refreshments. We’ll be cutting the cake soon.” She closed the door behind them, then looked at them through her tired eyes,…

  • Flash Fiction,  Human Condition

    The Window

    My mom told me he’d kill me if I didn’t leave him. That was 3 years ago and the last time we spoke. She doesn’t understand. He loves me.  I press my fingertips against the black plastic to feel the cold glass of the window. I watch the street below through a small slit. Freezing, my feet are tucked up in the moth-eaten blankets of a familiar room. My room. I listen for the lock on the door or footsteps in the hall. He doesn’t like it when I watch.  The woman in a white nightgown standing on the street looks a lot like me. I see the swollen belly…

  • Flash Fiction,  Horror

    Esmeralda

    Max read the words on the curled slip of paper and his face went dark. “Max, c’mon man what does yours say?” Julien said. “Don’t worry about it. It’s stupid. Nobody believes that shit anyway.” Max stuffed the tiny slip of paper into his pocket. “Stupid? Nah man, these are legit. Henry’s came true. He got that job at Comic Readers didn’t he?” Julien’s brow furrowed, “What did his say again? Riches will befall you or some shit. Anyway, I’m looking forward to mine: Love is on the horizon.” He grinned to himself. “Maybe you’ll get lucky at Lisa’s party tonight.” Max laughed, “But I gotta get home, man. See-ya…

  • Flash Fiction,  Horror

    The Greatest Show Unearthed

    I was walking down Hamilton Street, on my way to work, when a beetle the size of a fist scurried across my path. I leapt with a shriek at its appearance. It had ten little eyes balanced high on ten little stalks. They watched me, blinking and curious as I jumped back.  I looked to the yard from whence it came. There was an abandoned three story decrepit thing looming dark on the otherwise bright corner lot. Bushes and branches were tangled in knots, while crab grass overgrew the narrow path to the door.  Against my better judgement I was drawn to it, this grey and hulking house. I crept up…

  • Human Condition,  Memoir

    My Relationship With Depression and Creativity

    I have PTSD and major depressive disorder. Whether the former is responsible for the latter I may never know, because depression also runs in my family, and so it might have become a passenger in my life even if I hadn’t experienced trauma. When I’m depressed, I stop creating, but it wasn’t always that way. As I’ve gotten older it’s become difficult to meld these two parts of my personality together, when they used to go hand in hand. It’s like they had a big fight and now only visit one at a time. I think it’s important, before you read any further, to establish what depression is. Because of…