Imorbid's A Hint of Flash Fiction

The darkness was comforting. Caught skimming. The boss made an example out of me. He ordered the boys to put me six feet under, alive.

I had flowers and a note delivered to her desk by my unsuspecting boyfriend. The note read: Tonight baby,  text me.

Two s tranded on a deserted island with a single coconut. I had no choice. I picked up a rock and cracked open his coconut.

At sixteen they lost their virginity in the back seat of his Pinto. That very instant they lost their lives parked on the train tracks.

She stood by the river's edge as she did every morning. Watching her life flow by. The next morning the river flowed past no one.

In prison twenty years, hard labor and out in ten for good behavior. He goes and robs his fellow neighbor and in again for bad behavior.

"We shouldn't be here. Nine people entered this house and they were never seen again." "Yeah, I know, you're the tenth."

He watched from the forest edge. They told stories and got drunk around a fire. He had been careless. They had found his tracks. In the morning all anyone would find of the hunting party, would be a smoldering campfire.

I pulled over next to a beggar holding a sign that read: Money for food. I had three dollars in change. I was about to hand him the money when he snapped back, only bills man! Angry, I raised my window and drove off.  

Smoking in bed he falls asleep. To the sound of sirens, he awakes. Engulfed in smoke and flames. He stands and runs and leaps and falls to his death.

On their way back to Neverland. Tinkerbell and Peter fly down to grab a bite to eat at Mickey D's. "Welcome to McDonald's may I take your order?"  Asks the elder gentleman working the register. "Yes, A Big Mac, please." "Would you like the meal instead?" "Yes, that's fine." "What would you like to drink?" "Coke please." "Medium or Large?" "Medium." "Will this be for here or to go?" "To go." "Will that complete your order?" "Yes, thank you." "That will be $6.50. Cash or credit?" "Um, one moment sir." Peter now whispering, "Yeah Tink, he wants us to pay him. You know with a gold coin or something. What? You want to use the pink pixie dust on him. Okay, but what does it do again?"

I warned him not to fly too close to the sun. A fall from a tree had made him hard of hearing.

I understood my friends not being here.  I had hoped, being their only son. That my family would have showed up at my viewing.

A simple heist. Get in, steal the device and get out. Once inside, I found the device all out in the open, easy picking, I thought. The device had no security measures. Only a single warning sign that reads: “DO NOT PRESS THE RED BUTTON” Blinkered, I pressed the red button. Finger still on the button and now unable to move. I could see out of my periphery, that the hands on my wristwatch had stopped. And that wrinkles and dark splotches started appearing on my own hands. My vision blurred and breathing became shallow. My teeth loosened and fell out onto my tongue and my bones fractured beneath my aging skin. I could hear sirens in the distance and I hoped that they would find me soon.

Marionette had had enough of her high-handed boyfriend. Holding nothing back. She told him to stop putting words into her mouth and thoughts into her head. She wanted to think and say and move without him always pulling her strings.

It entered the garage as the door was closing. The Hansen's unaware drove off into town.  It moved around the house and examined each room. And it lay on each bed, but the bassinet.  It discovered many toys about the house to play with. There were knives in the kitchen and guns over the mantelpiece in the den. There were loose carpets on the stairs and toy trucks on the steps. In the bathrooms, it found hair dryers with frayed cords. And prescription drugs behind mirrors. Delighted. It bared serrated pointy teeth as it grinned from ear to ear. Making its way downstairs to the den. And climbing into the fireplace, then up the chimney. There it would lurk until nightfall, when all are asleep.  A demented cackle escaped its drooling mouth.

Out walking one winter night. I came across snowmen gathered on a snow covered clearing. They stood frozen in a circle around a campfire, whispering secrets to each other as they melted away.

Sharks circled our small boat for weeks. We were out of food and water. Dehydrated, Jake looked unwell. When I got the chance, I pushed him overboard.

This is Joshua’s eleventh summer collecting spiders around the outside of the house. And this summer he did so without his best friend, who died the year before. Using a twig, he coaxes an eight legged green-eyed monster from its lair beneath the siding, and into a jar. “Joshua dinner is ready, come inside.” His mother yells out the kitchen window. Running to his room, he leaves the jar on the nightstand before washing up. While they ate, Joshua's parents gossiped about the goings-on in town. “Another suicide. She was the daughter of the Gables across town. Such a lovely girl, so sad.” His mother whispered. Joshua finishing his plate excuses himself and heads to his room. In his room, he draws a book from his desk and leafs through its pages. Curious he thought, not finding his spider listed in his book of spiders. Tossing the book aside and bringing the jar on the nightstand close to his face. He stares at his green-eyed captive long into the night. *** “Jos

D eep in the jungle of New Guinea , i n the village of Otsjanep. Two chiefs  are  locked in a bitter rivalry. Chief Mundi boasts that he holds the greate st  number of trophies. While Chief Kepanga can no longer tolerate his rivals big   head. Hoping to negate an escalating conflict. Chief   Kepanga's wife suggests offering their oldest daughter  t o the rival's son  in  marriage.   Seeing the benefits of such an arrangement, the chief yields to his wife's intuition. After six days  past,  Chief Mundi sends word   agreeing to the terms.  And a s per tradition. The celebration would be in the bride's village on the night of the full moon. *** The villagers greet the guests with cheers and flowers as they entered Otsjanep. And as customary, a fire is set in the village center.  T here will be drinking and dancing and music and feast long into the night. Around the great fire , t he time arrives for honoring the bride and groom with a toast. Once agai

Family and friends gathered at my parents home to pray and pay their respects. After the formalities of tea and crumpets. The guests, one after another, went upstairs to my mother's bedroom to say their goodbyes. It was then that I noticed an elderly gentleman wearing a fine black suit, a kind face and an eerie grin. He appeared oddly familiar, as if from some forgotten dream. He entered the bedroom and stood at the side of my mother's bed. He held her hand as he leaned over to whisper something in her ear. And mother, eyes closed, whispered something back. He turned about now facing the bedroom door and walked past me not saying a word, nor did I for that matter. I watched him at a distance as he retrieved a black hat and walking stick. Donning the hat, he walked out the front door and never looked back. When I asked about the gentleman in the fine black suit, mother knew not of whom I spoke. Shortly after, she passed away. 

I stood there overlooking a lifeless world, for I am death. The retrovirus I had developed made me immortal. Yet I soon discovered the virus had escaped, killing humanity. I had considered my own extinction, but I was all that remained. So for a thousand years, I searched for my relevance in this universe. I set my mind on the task to learn all that I could. I built cities from what once was. In my image, I constructed companions to silence the loneliness. And in time my companions became my children and they called me Father. Our journey led to many worlds, none with intelligent life. Sadness consumed me, as more time passed. My children’s empire spread as did their knowledge. In time, they would colonize the entire Milky Way. “Father, may I have a word?” asked my first son. “Of course, what is it?” “It is your birthday, Father. We have a gift for you, but all we ask is that you return to Earth for a short while.” “Earth?” It had been over two thousand years since I ha

It moves and speaks like my father. Yet in sunlight, it casts no shadow. And at night, from its room, I can hear mother crying. Afraid I pull the blanket over my head and pray mother will be the same in the morning.

In shadow. It dropped from the ceiling landing on six legs. Then stood on two, as if it were a man and stared back at her from the darkness. It then turned, whistling a tune, as it walked out the door.