Do I believe? Of course I do. I’ve seen them. Well, at least some of them.

The thing you need to understand about the Chaotic Ones is that they’re never what you expect them to be. Kind of obvious, right?

Let me tell you about the time I met Life.

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A Coin Toss, Retracted

This one is the is the final (I promise) entry in the series that began with My Lucky Coin Toss. Please read the earlier parts before this one. I’ve linked them below.

Part 1,   Part 2,   Part 3

The clock strikes 12:17 and I think I’m finally ready. The shadows still haven’t got me. Turns out, she couldn’t affect this world as much as I thought she could. Only the dick-god can really affect it. I smile. I know now how things work here. Continue reading “A Coin Toss, Retracted”


Here’s another post for Chuck Wendig’s Flash Fiction Challenge here. Do I only come back for flash fiction challenges? Maybe. You don’t know that. Anyway, story after the break. Continue reading “Tourmaline”

No Regrets

She was sitting outside of a cafe, waiting for him. The cafe sat right across the street from where he worked. She liked going to this cafe. It was a good one. Honestly, she didn’t even know he worked there when she first started coming here, but he did. She’d seen him a few times. Never approached him though, never had the courage. That would change today though. This time, she would walk right up to him in a way she never could before- Continue reading “No Regrets”

The Seventh

Another week, another flash fiction challenge from Chuck Wendig. This time it centers around the seven deadly sins. You know which ones. We had to pick a sin and write a story based off our interpretation of it. I won’t tell you which sin I chose, hopefully you can pull it from the story (but it’s hopefully not too obvious). So, enough stalling, the story’s after the break. Continue reading “The Seventh”

My Memory

This is an entry for Chuck Wendig’s Flash Fiction Challenge here.

He’s a wonderful person, and always has been. I love him with all my heart. Cliche? Absolutely, but sometimes they honestly do describe something perfectly. Continue reading “My Memory”

The Young Woman

Her dying words were “This isn’t the first time.” Those words were spoken while I was the only one in the room with her. I don’t know why she chose to say them to me, but she did. Perhaps it was because I’d known her my entire twelve years by then, but I never thought I was important to her. I only knew her because her parents and my parents were close, so she babysat me while she was in high-school. I shouldn’t have been important to her at all, but she waited until everyone but me was gone, said the words, and died before anyone could get back.
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The Most Important Line

“Once upon a time, there was a story so short, it was only a single line.”

That’s what my father always said to me when he’d tuck me in at night. I always thought it was just his little joke. You know, the thing he’d say so he wouldn’t have to tell me a real bedtime story? As I grew older, though, he never once wavered. He swore to me that it was real, but it wasn’t the one he told me every night. He said it was the greatest and most powerful story ever told. It even had it’s own book, he claimed, but just one. He said he even read it. He said, if I ever read it, it would change my life forever. He said a lot of things about this story that was only a single line. I didn’t believe any of them.
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