Flash Fiction #35

As I sit on my throne and look at all who I have turned to stone, I think of the one I loved. The god of the sea. It was my love for Poseidon and my carelessness for my vows that made me into the monster I am today. No man may look at me now and live to tell the tale. They all sit around me staring without being able to see me or the world around them. My palace has begun to crumble around me and my collection. I used to leave in the dead of night to see the world. But the world has changed and I can no longer move without being seen. So I sit and I wait for my palace to crumble or to add to my collection.

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Flash Fiction #34

They began to show up five days before my 18th birthday. The first tattoo showed up on my chest right where my heart would be. It began to appear while I was showering the morning of my birthday. My skin began to burn and right before my eyes a circle with a flower came through. It was terrifying. I grabbed a towel and ran out of the shower screaming for my grandmother.

“Grandma! There is something happening to my skin!”

As soon as she looked at my new tattoo she gave me a look that encompassed shock, sadness, and disbelief.

“Anna, calm down. Calm down. Come sit with me so I can talk to you.”

Now I was doubly confused. Not only was I getting spontaneous magic tattoos but my grandmother seemed to know what was happening.

“Anna, I think it is time you were told more about our family, your mother, and her death.”

“You told me she died in a boating accident. And what does that have to do with these tattoos and our family?”

“Everything. Our family comes from a long line of witches. The power is passed down from mother to daughter.”

What? A witch? Are witches even real? WHAT?

“Ok. So, you, my mom, and I are all witches? Like casting spells and riding broom witches?”

She laughed a little at that one.

“I don’t understand what is funny right now? First, I didn’t know witches were a real. Second, this is all so confusing. Third, I’m allowed to ask stupid questions.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“So, why tattoos?”

“They are the mark of a witch. As you grow and learn you will obtain more.”

“Will they all hurt like this one did?”

“Some of them will. It depends on how you get them and what they are for.”

“Alright. This is going to take some time to sort through everything I am feeling. I’m going to go and get dressed first.”

Tattoos? Spells? This is all so confusing. But before I could make it all the way to my bedroom I turn back to my grandmother.

“You said you had something to tell me about my mother.”

“Not right now Anna. Let’s have breakfast first.”

Her face was holding a secret. I could see it now. It was a look I had seen before. She got this look when she was worried about the outcome.

Flash Fiction #33

“Sir, it looks like the unit we were waiting for but I can’t be sure.”

“How far out are they?”

“Maybe five miles.”

This war had been long and drawn out. We had been at this post for two weeks now waiting for reinforcements before moving on.

“I hope it is them. We need to leave this post by the end of the month. Sooner if we can.”

“Are there more coming?”

“No. It’s us and this unit.”

“Do you know what’s waiting for us at the next post?”

“Three more units are supposed to be there. But I haven’t heard in a while.”

I hope the other units made it. I had heard that two or three units had been ambushed on their way. Communication has been sparse and infrequent.

“It seems to be the unit.” Sanders snaps me out of my thoughts.

“Well we should still be cautious. So ready your weapon.”

“Yes sir.”

Without binoculars I could see the caravan clearly now. They flew the right flag but these days it didn’t matter. You flew the flag you needed to get where you wanted. There were only three vehicles, which is half of what it should be.

“They look hurt.”

Damn. They likely got hit on the way. As they pulled up slowly I recognized the driver as Second Lieutenant Jones. He and what men I could see did look hurt. They were alert and it’s obvious they trusted us as much as we trust them.

“Are you Captain Tristan and Private Sanders?”

“Yes. You are?”

“Second Lieutenant Jones.”

“How many are with you?”

“Fifteen. We lost the rest in a few different raids.”

“Get them in. Get them fed, showered, and some sleep. We leave in four days.”

“Yes sir.”

“Sir, should I send the drone to the post to check out the path?”

“Yes Sanders. We will need to check everyday until we leave.”

“Yes sir.”


“Sir, we are 2 minutes out from the post. I’ve seen a few signs that there has been activity on the road but I didn’t see anyone.”

“Thats great news. Let’s hope it stays that way.”

The drone began to slow and as the post came into view it was clear that the men there were not our own. There were at least five units there waiting for us.

“What are we going to do?”

“We are going to go around to the next post.”

“What if that one is occupied also?”

“Then we figure it out once we get there. What other choice do we have? We can’t go back.”


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Flash Fiction #32

As I wait in line to go into the underworld, I hold my dearest possessions. A photo of my family, my grandmothers ring and my fathers watch. The line is moving at an agonizing pace. Before you can cross the threshold, you must give up the possession you want most. Had I not killed that man I would have been going to the gates above the clouds.

50 spots back from the front.

It looks like I still have several hours until I reach the front. My father had given my this watch the day before he passed. He wore it everyday and it looks odd in my hands. My grandmother gave me her ring on my 16th birthday. It was given to her for her wedding from her aunt. The photo is my mother, father, two sisters, myself and my grandmother.

40 spots back from the front.

I can’t seem to decide who I will cast aside when the time comes. It seems logical that I would keep the picture since I could then look at everyone for eternity. But would that make it my most prized possession? The ring and the watch mean the most to me. If I kept the picture would it let me cross?

30 spots back from the front.

Would my grandmother feel anything if I gave her ring away? Same with my father? Do they see me from the clouds as I descend into the underworld? Would the rest of my family feel the betrayal as I choose the ring or watch over the photo?

20 spots back from the front.

In a flash I am at the threshold.

“#3698, what is your most prized possession?”

I stare at him and my heads swims as I think of what I need to keep. The fire pit to my left looms large and uninviting. The flames shoot out of the opening licking my feet.

“Now #3698.”

Before I walk into the underworld I toss it all in the fire knowing that I don’t need objects to remember them.

Flash Fiction #31

10 days. 10 days.


10 days….

“Yes Sophie.”

“Can I have a pony?”

“A pony?”

“Yes. A pony. Please.”

“Where are we going to keep a pony?”

“In the backyard. Or in my room.”

“That’s not going to work. Even if we had a place to put a pony, they are a lot of work. You have to feed them, clean them and pick up their poop.”

“I will do it ALL!”

“Seriously Soph.”

“Come on mom.”

Am I standing here going back and forth with my 5-year-old for a reason? This is ridiculous.

“Did you ask your father?”

“He told me to ask you.”

Of course he did.

“I have a great idea. Why don’t you write another letter to Santa to ask him for one?”

“Sure. Seems like something he could do.”

“I am going to do that right now!”


“Sophie, are you ready to get grandma from the airport?”

As I was standing looking at my list of things to complete Sophie comes running in and shoves a letter in my hand.

“What’s this?”

“My letter to Santa.”

“Wow! There are only five days until Christmas. Are you sure it’s enough time?”

“Mom, its Santa. He’s magic. Remember?”

“Right. How could I forget?”

“I hope I get my pony tomorrow.”

“Well if you don’t you can always try again next year.”

“I know” she said with a sigh.

Tomorrow I am going to have a disappointed little girl. I hope she will be distracted by the excitement of the morning.

“MOM!!” Sophie yelled.

“What?!” I shot awake. “Is something wrong?”

“No. Its Christmas morning! I got a PONY!!”

“Ugh. Don’t yell at me to wake me please unless something is wrong.”

It then registered what she had yelled at me.

“What?!” I jumped out of bed.

“SANTA GOT ME A PONY!!” she ran downstairs.

“Jeff! Did you get her a pony?”

“Of course not.”

I hurried after her as quickly as I could. She was standing in the foyer with the front door open looking outside with a stupid grin on her face.

The pony stood in the front yard just beyond the porch. Its beautiful with chocolate hair and a tan mane.

“Sophie, stay right here. I am going to see who brought it for you.”

“It was SANTA!” she began to run forward.

“Sophie! Please stay right here.”

As I was walking toward the pony it began to act agitated. I moved as slowly as I could. Just as I was about to scoot off the porch my foot hit a box. Inside was an envelope.


To Sophie

It was written in the most beautiful script. Jeff showed up beside me then.

“That looks handwritten.” Jeff stated.

“It does. Who the hell got her a pony?”

“I don’t know. Open the envelope.”


You wrote me the sweetest letter. Here is the pony you asked for. Her name is Medusa. I hope you like her.



Jeff and I looked at each other horrified. As we turned to look at Medusa, she opened her mouth and out came a fireball.

“That is so awesome! A FIRE BREATHING PONY!” Sophie squealed.


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Flash Fiction #30


The phone woke me up at 1. It took me a few minutes to figure out that it was the landline. Who even calls me on this line anymore?I had to go all the way down the hall into the kitchen to answer it almost stepping on the cat in the process.

“Mrs. Walsh?”
“Yes. Who is this?”
“My name is Joseph Anderson. I am your Aunt Edith’s lawyer.”

Aunt Edith was my fathers sister. I haven’t seen her or spoken to her in more than 20 years. Why is this man calling me and not my father?

“Can I help you Mr. Anderson?”
“I am calling to let you know that your aunt has passed.”
“That is unfortunate. Have you notified my father?”
“I have not. I was hoping you could give me his number. This was the only one that I could find.”

That is very strange. Why would she not have my father’s number?

“Sure. His number is 943-230-2200.”
“Thank you. Mrs. Walsh there is another matter at hand.”
“Mrs. Hatch left her estate to you.”
“Excuse me? Her estate?”
“Yes. She left her home, all of her belongings, and balance of her accounts to you.”

My aunt had married several times over her life but never had any children. I thought she would always leave her things to her brothers. I guess not. Her home was magnificent. It was built at the turn of the century and she did not modernize it other than making it safe to live in. She had filled her home with priceless paintings and antiques.

“How much is in her accounts?”
“Once we settle some taxes and my fees, there will be a balance of 5 million.”

I dropped the phone.

“ADAM!!” I screamed for my husband as loud as I could.
“What?” He came running out of the room also almost killing himself on the cat.
“Damn it Bruno. Whats wrong babe?”

I picked up the phone again.

“Sorry Mr. Anderson.”
“Quite alright. Can we meet later in the morning to go over everything?”
“Sure. What time and where?”
“11 at my office. I will have my secretary call you with the details in a few hours.”
“Thank you.”

I hung up the phone and turned to Adam.

“My Aunt Edith died and she gave me everything.”
“Everything? What does that mean?”
“Her estate which includes a home, bank accounts and everything in the home.”
“I don’t know. We meet with Mr. Anderson at 11. Adam, the bank accounts alone are 5 million.”

He just looked at me with the dumbest face and expression.





Flash Fiction #29

Things started to change in the beginning of the 20th century. Some humans had evolved and could read the auras of others. With the evolution of humans came a war over how to handle these changes. The United States absorbed Canada to become the Greater United States. Mexico and all of South America became Brazil. There were many changes that happened all over the world.

My sister, Mira, and I are aura readers. Gifts begin to show before a child turns 10. When your gift begins to come to light, you are taken from your family to train in a facility in New Montana.

Everyone has an aura around them. They can change color or have different colors at once. Any hue of red generally denotes sickness, blue can be sadness, and so on. Some aura readers can read moods, like my sister, or health. I can see someone’s health. Not only can we read auras, we can change them as well. Changing moods is easy. However, changing someone’s health or healing them can be dangerous and does not always work. Unfortunately, from a young age I have seen a lot of death.

Once we were done with training we were sent to New York to work. I am now 16. I have been working for 4 years now. They keep us in a government building downtown. They keep us under lock and key, so they can control our gifts. People will que for days to see the auras. It is expensive to use our services. The rich come often to change moods that they cannot pull themselves out of or to treat their old and young. Our services are expensive. To see a mood aura, it costs 150 New Order Credits. Depending on what you see a health aura for, it can cost anywhere from 500 to 1000 New Order Credits.

In our particular facility there are 10 auras. In the Greater United States there are 20 facilities. Besides myself there are 4 other health auras. This is the most sought gift. There are 3 mood auras and 2 that help absorb the things we take from people. They are special auras that are rare. We were allowed out of the facility once a week. They would take us up north where there were not as many people. Watching movies, going to the bookstore, and going to restaurants were some of our favorite things to do. Normal things you would do at the age of 16.

We work six days a week. We can take four weeks out of the year to travel. I have been all around the world. Usually with several “handlers”. Japan and England are my favorite countries. We have also traveled to gatherings with other auras. Auras that have been around for decades will help the younger ones with their gift.