Tag: Flash Fiction
Pretty Polly’s Little Hat
Burying the past
Burying the past He was staring into my eyes. “The past is the past, we don’t live there anymore. It needs to be buried….let it go; we need to move on” “Indeed” I replied…as I pulled the trigger. Even with the suppresser, the noise of the shot sounded loud. The shock on his face as the
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Posing For The Bulgarian
The Trophy Wall
Aunt Daisy’s Son
To Name Or Be Named
What power in our words, so oft used with careless ease, Gives difference a claim between the birds and the bees, Make of one man, fame, Another, blame, When they act for want of what they please? -Grandpa Ernie Burncock Shywolf
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