Tag Archives: flash fiction

Love Wanted…Reward Offered

Justin and Ryan enjoyed their beers at the far end of the almost empty bar. It Monday night, and it was supposed to be quiet because this was a God fearing town with decent morals. At least that’s what Natalie, … Continue reading

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Do Devils Dream Of Demonic Sheep?

Do you ever have the sense you’re being watched? Well, let me assure you that there’s nothing worse than having the sudden sensation that The Devil is spying on you. I looked up from the Yankees game to discover him … Continue reading

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The Lesser of Two Devils

“I was reading your blog earlier,” The Devil informed me as he entered the living room with a new six pack of Snapple to put in the cooler.  “I thought the responses to your last two posts were rather intriguing.” … Continue reading

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The Devil’s Stand In

Since I live alone, I’m not used to walking into the living room to find someone waiting for me on the couch. Unless, of course, it’s Sunday and the person on the sofa is a handsome man dressed in an … Continue reading

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No Rest For The Wicked

I’ve been told that I look rather adorable when I’m asleep. In fact, I’m fairly certain that the word “cherubic” has been used to describe my status when I’m off visiting Dream Land.  Perhaps it’s because this is the only … Continue reading

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Pitchforks and High Heat

“You need to stop doing that immediately!” I admonished my guest from the safety of my couch. At least I hoped I was safe.  With every passing second, however, I got the sense I was in terrible danger. “Don’t be … Continue reading

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The Devil’s Inside (Failed TV Pilot)

The street was lit up like a tree on Christmas morning, only the lights were red and blue, it was the middle of July, and the only thing wrapped and waiting to be opened was inside a body bag. He … Continue reading

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