Short Stories

A Witch’s Work

My stomach plummeted. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to help him. Nathan was my closest friend. It was just DANGEROUS if I helped him. 

I scowled. 

“I’ve told you not to come to me for these types of problems, Nate.”  

“I know, I know, but I was careful. No one knows I’m here. Everyone on the fields thinks I headed to Smithy.” My scowl deepened. The old physician already hated me. If he found out about my involvement with mending an injury like this, I’d be run out of town. “Plus, everyone knows that if you don’t want to lose a limb or have a reoccurring lifelong injury to go to you. Not Smithy,” he said, drawing out the old doctor’s last name far longer than he needed to. I would deny it if pressed, but Nathan’s lopsided grin always had a way of making my defenses crumble. 

Bad Omens & Bowel Issues

A little kid was standing there, staring at a urinal when Rob burst into the place. They held a split second of awkward eye-contact when the snot-nosed brat registered the gun and his body jerked back in surprise. Rob ignored him and rammed into one of the stalls.

Guardian

I would’ve lived longer if it weren’t for Cindy. Cindy and karaoke night.

SIX

Six interrupted him by slamming the small handgun to the counter. She picked up a larger gun and fit it to her shoulder, testing the sight and turned to point it directly at his head. 

“I can’t tell, Bazen. Are you flirting or starting a fight?” The man, Bazen, tried to play it off, but didn’t respond. 

“Both are bad ideas,” Felicity said to him helpfully.

Sleep When You’re Dead

I think my name was Hannah once. 

It’s weird because every now and then I get flickers of the human I once was. My world has changed dramatically since – 

FOOD. 

I freeze. My limbs are slow to respond, but the drive of getting more food overrules everything. I make a wide turn to the left. Sharp turns are a joke with this broken husk of a body.