It was every nightmare come true. The bodies stacked like so much cordwood in the hastily dug mass grave. At over a thousand deaths in
Tag: short fiction
The Photo
Doc handed me an old, scorched photo. ‘Tell me about this?’ ‘Old. Stinks.’ I noted that clearly he hoped for more. ‘What do you want
Miasma: Hot.
‘Ice.’ I mumbled. ‘Yes, dear. It is icy out there today. Come, look at the trees. Aren’t they beautiful with the sun shining on them?’
Miasma…
Author’s Note: This week, Ted Strutz provided this awesome picture for Friday Fictioneers 100 word writing challenge. Well, it was a good pic for inspiration,
Icyback…
The flashback was bad… really bad. Screaming metal… the awful slamming stop. The impact of steering wheel… being trapped within smoking metal… Like I said,
The Water Was Clear…
The Water Was Clear… The water was clear. That’s what Emri remembered the most. He missed the shipboard life. The very air here on Terra
