Stories

More tongue-in-cheek flash fiction
by Dagobert

"What do you want," Tommy asked, looking at the shadow with his eyes, watching it as it paused to a stop in front of him, its large black beak turning slightly to the side.

Its beak opened only a crack, and human screaming of men and women, children and infants, leaked out. Screaming, and sobbing, and maniacal laughing that all filled Tommy's ears with a rotten, disgusting feeling, and replacing the ticking of Toni's clock- loud enough to wake the whole neighborhood, yet only wrecking havoc upon Tommy.

Tommy Fish, a guy with a talent for relentless bullying and hatred, gets help from the devil to bully his favorite kid, indefinitely.

Sienna’s never been kissed and she’s perfectly happy with that. Atleast that’s what she tells herself. Then Lauren Newberger comes along and shakes things up. But a happy ending isn’t destined for all.

I used to be like you. I used to think that the zombie apocalypse would be kinda fun and exciting. I secretly hoped it would happen like everyone else. But that’s because, like you, I thought it would be like all the videogames or movies or books. Let me tell you one thing though: It’s not even close.

A religious community gathers for a cleansing ritual. They burn lists of their wrongdoings in a large clay pot. When it is their turn to burn their sins one couple realizes that they are not welcome.

It's time for Sam and Pam to take a vacation, and they know just the place to let off some steam, among other things. What could entail in their adventure to the supernatural world's most illustrious nightclub?

A man wakes up to find a stranger standing over him.

Maximillian Lucente is the teenage leader of the Consortium, the only surviving connection of the human race to the Races of the Myths, the denizens of Otherworld hidden from the eyes of Ourworlders. On his seventeenth birthday, on the day of his Assumption, he finds his sister kidnapped, his vampire tutor gone and presumed dead, and his world and his leadership crumbling around him. Rumors of war and dissension abound, sealed by the Faerie Queen’s open aggression.

A short story, a try-out if you must.

Carl Waite goes out for his morning walk in the park, and along the way he passes an old man sitting on a park bench. Since the man looks sad and appears down in the dumps, Carl wishes him Merry Christmas. The old man, who we later learn is Bob Swartz, responds, “What is there to be merry about?” Carl immediately stops so he can find out why the man reacted this way.