Barry hadn’t committed a crime for over twenty five years. Surely that was long enough to let things go, let the past swallow up his misdeeds? Enough time to move on. Standing by the front door, he held the handle in his clammy shaking fingers, gulping fo...
Mrs. Smith once again rushed upstairs after work with heavy steps and shut her bedroom room door behind her. After his mom’s strange entrance, Joan, her eleven year old son tried to follow his mother into the room. His delicate fingers reached out to the...
My boy lives in my pond The pond behind my house He whispers Whispers Whispers Sweet things to me My boy My boy My sweet dear boy Lives in my pond And tells me great tales Of his world beneath He is ghastly pale With dead hollow eyes Flesh decaying but I...
This short takes place during the early stages of the zombie apocalypse in the year 2053. the first year of The Dead War. BELOVED: Dead War Series Flash Fiction By George L. Cook III Grover looked on as the naked female zombie gnawed on the femur of her...
Having been out of work for over a year now I was becoming a little frantic. I had done everything I had been advised to do by all of the organizations out there attempting to help stem the joblessness in our economy. I had joined self-help groups, resume...
Necrosing tissue eats away at him. He suffers the pain, the torture, the terror. All in a bid to protect his loved ones. His body be used up, and his mind is worsening. Soon, he will feel nothing. Not even hope. And yet he continues in his vain bid: for n...
I tried to write this as a standalone story, but it's a continuance of characters from “Blood Sacrifice” if you're confused The couple sitting at the corner table in the coffee house received a curious glance now and then from the other patrons. They wond...
Liam was beyond hearing me, trapped in a world of touch, scent and taste, but the liquid sloshing around in the stoneware jar I carried was just a temporary state for him. Each touch of the misty air and dew on the grass drew a faint glow from my skin and...
Squashed between my two hulking brothers in the back of my father’s coupe on a two thousand mile trip was not the way I wanted to start my summer vacation. The summer after the first year of college is a crucial time for a young adult. You need to be avai...
Do I or don’t I?The spirits beg of me:Won’t I?If I knew what it was,I was supposed to do,I’d do itand be done with it.The Spirits begin to waken,I feel them:Writhing, guiding me...Make it stop! Oh God,I beg of thee!MAKE IT STOP!The horror, the bloodshed,t...
Being a writer has its perks, like helping the police to solve a murder. It is not a good thing when you are a writer with an ability to talk to ghosts. From what Jenna heard, from a spirit no less, that it was her destiny to help the Tazewell County Sher...
They are out there in the cold, but you refuse to see them. The Forgotten ones. Worn down to threads, seeing no longer just their heads. Seeing flesh thru the cloth, you wonder is that all they have left? The Forgotten ones. Zippers and buttons dropping o...
Angels and Demons.No sound could be heard across the misty midnight air,as I held my breath in ghastly fear. For here they come, as a thief in the night,to he who would not believe.Those Angels of God who have one wing dipped in blood,carrying out Gods wi...
Look at meLet me gaze at youEyes wide and openLetting me into your soulMy heart swellsAt the sight you give meHands bound tightMouth taped closedI circle around youStrapped to the chairI drink in the fearThat is so clear in youThe tears blurring your visi...
