‘Should I toss the knife?’ She was not sure what to do next. The plan had escaped her now that his blood was on her hands. She looked down at her wrists and watched in amazement as the wounds closed up. ‘What the hell? My wounds?’ Continue reading “Sometimes It’s Hard to Let Go – Flash Fiction”
Honestly, I can’t remember when I started this job, but I can tell you now that it possibly could be one of the adversest mistakes of my being when I signed that dotted line.
I should have known right from the start that it was just too good to be true, and it serves me right to believe the media. I mean, everything must be genuine if it’s in the Space News-Times, right? Continue reading “It’s a Sh##ty Job, But Somebody Has To Do It! – Flash Fiction”
Closing his eyes and feeling the waves of youthfulness flow through his veins, Finigan stands in the spotlight, savouring every second of what is going on around him. From ever direction waves of energy is emanating from the crowd, who are currently losing their minds like a pack of wild monkeys battling over a banana. He stands there not moving, in fact, welcoming the roar, as he stands in the spotlight with his arms out at his sides looking like some type of weird version of Christ the Redeemer, only this version is attired in a black and red suit. Continue reading “Finigan’s Fun House of Fantastic Curiosities, Freaks of Nature, and Traveling Circus!”