Here’s a short I wrote a couple years ago. Back then I didn’t really write shorts at all, but I knew this one had to be put to paper, and as soon as the idea occurred to me I got writing.
It turned out to be one of the first pieces I considered good enough to share, and most of those that read it have enjoyed it. Do you?
Stephen flapped his arms with all of his might, but it was no good; he fell just like everyone else had. His laughter caught in his throat when he saw his brother and sister beneath him, and all he could do was flap harder. Continue reading Fly
This one was based on a first sentence prompt. It was an ominous first sentence too, and there were many (dark) ways to take it. For prompts I like going with the first idea that occurs to me, so this is what I ended up with.
A friend of mine commented that it was an interesting experiment with language, though he admitted he had to read it a second time when he realized what was going on. Normally that’s a red flag about the writing, but I think it works in this piece. Do you?
The Other Eye
The eye stared at her through the keyhole, rarely blinking, but always watching. For so long the only things the eye had ever seen were darkness beyond the keyhole, the four walls of the room, and the tiny hole in the ceiling which was sometimes light and sometimes dark. Sometimes the hole cried too, and then it was very loud, booming. Every second light, there was also the grey. Continue reading The Other Eye