Rick flinched as the doctor tweezed a sliver of marble from his eye. "Stay still if you want to keep that eye," the scruffy sleep-deprived doctor mumbled. Without a trace of mercy, he pried open Rick's eye and plucked out the tiny splinters. If the doctor was impressed by Rick's herculean efforts at not blinking, …
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S is for Solution
The Solution The reflection of his summer whites blinded the navy man. He closed his eyes to shut them out, to shut out the harrowing workday he'd just finished. A naval hospital ER had sounded so exciting in the recruiter's office. Now, slumped against the smudged trolley window, he tried to lose himself in the …
O is for Optical Delusion
Optical Delusion "We all know he's going to set himself on fire one day," Robert said, throwing up his hands. He was sick to death of these department meetings. "So... what of it? They all set themselves on fire sooner or later," General Irri answered. "Exactly. Sooner or later we lose them all. I'd …
N is for Norman
I asked my high school writing class to complete a character draft, but I introduced a twist (I always introduce a twist). Each student received the worksheet with the same unfinished sentences. We began by filling out #1. Then we passed the paper to the right and filled out #2 and so on. What that …
F is for Flash Fiction
Zeke decided not to take the car, though God knew the tankish Oldsmobile could use some driving. For lack of destinations, the Olds sat in Zeke's garage decomposing. That used to bother Zeke. Now, in light of what Zeke had seen and heard from behind his living room curtains, it seemed such a silly thing. …
Cracked Flash Fiction – Misfire
This is an entry for the Cracked Flash Fiction weekly writing contest. They provide the first sentence, and writers have 300 words maximum to create some fun. Here's my entry for this week, which is a continuation of the story I wrote for Cracked a few weeks ago, Poker Face: Misfire "This is incredibly disturbing …
Revelation 16:15 (a fiction story)
I'm not really a planner. Planning's fine for the boss, but my work doesn't allow for it. Who-moved-my-cheese doesn't fly when you've got thousands of products needing to ship instantly, and tomorrow could be dead. Firefighters don't plan; they're ready. Always. That's how it is with me. I don't expect you planner-organizers to understand. Just …
Car Wars: Driving Through the Dark Side
Rated R for Rant. 7:05. Wake up and drive Katae to Berea Courthouse for her internship. Well, she drives there. I drink my joe. 8:30. Get home. Have 2nd cup of coffee and read Bible, eat breakfast, read emails, yell at kids. 10:00-11:00. Take boys to the orthodontist where we try to get school done. …
My Sister’s Response When I Bemoaned my Consumer Status
Recently I tried to get a "real job." Not that what I do right now isn't work. But most of what I do is pro bono, gratis, charity-- you know, housework. A too-good-to-be-true opportunity came my way, so I dropped everything summer and spent five hours updating my 20-year-old resume. I somehow managed to …
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Stairs That Avail Much
Do you get stir crazy in winter? We do. But thankfully we have these super spiral stairs that double as a jungle gym. My kids find alternate uses for just about any apparatus* around, including the walls, couches, mattresses, even the dog. They stave off the winter blues by finding creative ways to enjoy/destroy whatever is …
KL Griffiths 