They Ran - A Flash Fiction Short

They didn’t talk to each other. They moved quickly and quietly, winding through the suburban neighborhood just as the dark grey of dawn lightened into morning. One had a bloodied bandage wrapped around his forehead, where a richochet had cut deep when that guy in the suit had started shooting at everyone on I-5. They were lucky, a lot of people hadn’t gotten off the interstate yesterday but they had. All of the obvious ways out of the city were now jammed packed with cars and bodies, all trying to escape what was happening. And, today, those ways out were now death traps.

Dude Tells No Lies - A Flash Fiction Short

She cast her line in the water and set her legs just so to comfortably wait. This was her home, with the water rushing by and the buzz of insects skimming the water around her. And, if luck smiled on her, home would provide a beautiful catch for dinner tonight.

Zombies - Snippet #3

“It's just an overnight stay hon, nothing serious. The doc just wants to make sure that I'm fine and nothing goes funny.” Allison smiles at me over Sarah's head, her arms wrapped around the snoozing munchkin.
“Go on and head home for a shower, I'll just harass the nurses till you get back.” I want to argue with her, convince her that I'm fine and don't need a shower and a nap, but she knows me too well. I've been awake for over twenty-four hours now, running basically on caffeine at this point and battling a rough adrenaline come down. I'd just been too worried about Allison to get any sleep, even after the doc had given me the all clear and the danger had passed.

Zombies - Snippet #2

Charles DuPont looks forward to his yearly business trip to Seattle with a fervor that always surprises his co-workers. While most of them loathe the week long series of lectures and seminars aimed to 'increase synergy' and help them find those 'win-win-win' situations, Charles welcomed them with an enthusiastic smile. What no one else knew was that it wasn't the endless talks or the schmoozing that he was coming for, it was a week in the arms of Chelsea. Beautiful Chelsea from accounting.

The Resort

Erik rounded the corner and ran down the darkened hallway. The howls of pursuit reverberated around him, distorted and ragged. His legs burned and his breath came as jagged gulps, but he didn't dare let up. Erik's shirt clung to him, though he couldn't tell if it was sweat or blood causing it to stick to his skin. He quietly prayed it was sweat, though a part of his mind was certain it was Lisa's blood. They had been hiding out in a maintenance closet since things had gone crazy, only venturing out to scavenge for food and water or to dump the bucket they'd been using for waste out. Lisa had convinced him that things probably had quieted down enough that they could risk a run to the marina, maybe find a boat and get the hell off the island. She was the first out the door when they decided to go.