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Hello all,

Long time no blog, eh? Been absent for quite a while. Life for me got complicated (will not go into details) and my focus was drawn away from networking and blogging altogether. I extend my apologies to anyone who did not like this 😦

Anyway, I thought I would return with a flash fiction for you all to be going along with.


Flash Fiction #16 – From Beyond

It was like nothing he had experienced before in his life – nothing at all. Snowy shadows cascaded his face with an icy touch, each boney embrace bringing him closer and closer to his maker.

Lucas gazed down at his gut, his cloudy vision fixing on the hilt of the dagger that had been swiftly lodged into him without resentment or hesitation. He stared and stared, trying to figure out whether or not this was the end. The pain was immense yet numbing at the same time. His chest pounded. His legs shook. His mouth dried. His palms sweated.

He looked up at his attacker with his weakened green eyes and saw his pale, leering face below a mound of muddy brown hair. Wind whipped past them both, bringing with it more white powder that covered their forms, gradually turning them into featureless snowmen. What could he do? He was so numb that he could not retaliate and take the man down with him. He felt sick – not just in his stomach, but all over; his body recoiled and heaved without relenting.

He finally fell backwards into the cold snow, his arms flopping uselessly to his sides. All he heard was laughing, harsh and sickly. It cut through him like another hundred knives, peeling his skin from his body and shattering his teeth into debris. He choked and coughed.

In his final thought he willed for his attacker to share the same fate. No-one deserves a meaningless death – not for anything.

He closed his eyes tightly and willed it, willed it with all his heart.

He wanted it and it eventually happened. The man screamed and clutched his head, his body twisting and writhing in unexplained agony and torment, before falling to his knees. Bloody tears streamed through the chiselled features of his face, parting the muddied and battered contours.

Lucas smiled inside and let his breath rest. ‘You didn’t know I could do that, did you?’ His soul roared with laughter from beyond the veil.



Comments on: "Returning Post Plus Flash Fiction #16" (1)

  1. Nice, Andy. Welcome, back hon. xox

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