When was the last time I saw a man die? It was yesterday, in fact, right in front of my eyes. His head was blown apart, point-blank range, and I was about twenty feet away, watching the violence unfold. It was cold and gray that morning, but nothing else about what happened was unusual. This is the reality now.
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Ice-fire glow in Techno-City, left behind to die on the streets. Freeze out, no one cares about me in the gutter looking up at the brutal night sky. A price on my head for that grave mistake I made. The man with the laser eyes broke both my legs, kicked me into the street. Cold, misty rain falling, nothing to eat.
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Here’s Part 3 of a piece of flash fiction about a Jungian analyst, a desperate young man, and digging too deep into the unconscious. This is the third and final part. It’s about 630 words and has an estimated reading time of 2.5 minutes. Let me know what you think!
Continue readingHere’s Part 2 of a piece of flash fiction about a Jungian analyst, a desperate young man, and digging too deep into the unconscious. This second part is very short, only about 230 words and has an estimated reading time of 1 minutes. Let me know what you think!
Continue readingHere’s Part 1 of a piece of flash fiction about a Jungian analyst, a desperate young man, and digging too deep into the unconscious. This first part is about 375 words and has an estimated reading time of 1.5 minutes. Let me know what you think!
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Here’s a piece of flash fiction about a post-apocalyptic world and not giving up hope. It’s about 800 words and has an estimated reading time of 3 minutes. Let me know what you think!
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A maze filled with flowers
They wither in my hands
I weep to pass the hours
Only the diseased understand
I’m lost, can’t be found
Wandering the maze forever
I come to the tall mound
At the maze’s exact center
The cyclops eye stares
The giant beast awakens
His growling fills my ears
With the suffering of nations
Hell-fire time lapsing
Sequence of the dark cosmos
Shapeshifting, devours me
