Reader’s Choice selection from DMC’s flash fiction group, Friday Frights. by Lisa Lane: Paul and Frank—the Paul and Son on the logo that stretched across both sides of their company moving van—listened to classic rock on the radio while the van inched its [...]
Reader’s Choice selection from DMC’s flash fiction group, Friday Frights. by Jeffrey Hollar: I don’t care what them court-ordered psychiatric evaluations wanna say, I ain’t crazy man. If I was as bug-shit loony as these bastards think I am, do ya [...]
by Ralph A. Bane: Midnight screams and opium dreams Things cannot be as they seem This figure that stands before me now A vision from my past somehow Long has my love been in the ground And my heart has [...]
by JD Phillips: I notice her almost straight away, a lovely bundle of bronzed flesh in a fitted black dress gently teasing the straw within the drinking glass before her to demonstrate the manner in which she could be teasing [...]
by Tyr Kieran: The flames swayed in the light breeze of the ceiling fan. Still, they burned strong and bright. To Dustin they were scorching eyes straight from Hell, all ten of them. Beads of red wax rolled down the candles and [...]
Reader’s Choice selection from DMC’s flash fiction group, Friday Frights. by Rob Smales: The lights went out without warning. Shane froze, staring upward through the darkness at the now invisible bank of fluorescents hanging from the ceiling. Two seconds. Six. Ten. [...]
Reader’s Choice selection from DMC’s flash fiction group, Friday Frights. by Jeffrey Hollar: When you don’t have much else to do but sit and wait for the end to come, a dark room is really a pretty good place to do [...]
Reader’s Choice selection from DMC’s flash fiction group, Friday Frights. by Rob Smales: The screams went on for a long time. They had woken him, and it seemed the shrieks were well underway by the time they yanked him from sleep. [...]
Reader’s Choice selection from DMC’s flash fiction group, Friday Frights. by Rob Smales: Eddie pulled hard against the weight of the full bag, his own body a counter balance, pivoting on the balls of his feet like some half-assed Olympian doing [...]