Ghosts don’t do much talking as a rule; they’re too self-absorbed. That’s why they walk through walls. They’re too busy dwelling on their own problems to notice that the hotel has been remodeled since they died in it in 1850. Being a medium can get pretty damn lonely when you get right down to it.Continue reading “Move On”
Tag Archives: Flash Fiction
Cost of Living
Once upon a time, there was a little village, nestled deep in a wooded valley, where no one ever died. You might think that it would have been the happiest village in the world. It wasn’t. The village was in perpetual darkness, the large trees which surrounded every house and farm blocking out both sunContinue reading “Cost of Living”
The Fable of Stingy Jack
They called me Stingy Jack, but I still say tis a matter of opinion. When all you’ve got is nothing, being charitable tisn’t in your best interest! Aye, I may have lied, tricked, and deceived my way through drinks and women and places to sleep – but not a one of ye wouldn’t have doneContinue reading “The Fable of Stingy Jack”
Dust to Dust
“I’m usually smarter than this,” said Janice, scratching her arm and smearing blood up to her elbow. The thing on the table didn’t answer. She was starting to doubt it ever would. Janice had had great success with rats, moving along to reanimating dogs and cats, and when the orangutan swung off the table andContinue reading “Dust to Dust”
Questioning
How can heaven be so great when we’re still here? It was a blasphemous thought that had haunted Benedict since the day his mother passed. He refused to speak it aloud; not on the day it had happened, not when his mother’s coffin was lowered into the muddy grave, not when his father, months later,Continue reading “Questioning”