Stuff I Wrote
Flash Fiction & Short Stories
Faeries, Foxes & Faraway Lands
Two days ago Kieran disappeared.
When she saw the typewriter, she knew there had been a mistake.
He woke, and when he woke, as always, he woke hungry.
The devil drained his glass and licked his lips. “That was delicious,” he said.
From the gods who sit in grandeur,
grace comes somehow violent.
The tree was old, but not as old as the soldier lying at its roots.
Your Uncle Martin and I were twins.
Then he saw it. The Deer. The Deer Man. The ungodly Deer Thing standing beside an old oak tree.
It was her fourteenth birthday and she was pretty sure she was going to have a baby.
+ Trigger Warning: violence, child abuse
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