Fade The Dullness. (Short story)

His voice was soft and weak sounding. Giving Common responses to my common questions. I tried to come up with something in-depth to talk about, but his emotional state was affecting my mindset. I didn’t want to just jump straight into the issue. However, the dullness in his eyes was one that I’ve recognized before. In-between his words he was asking for help.

Detached from the problem usually left you detached from the world. A natural defense for the heart to erect walls and keep everything and everyone out so it doesn’t completely crumble to dust. He sipped his water, I wondered if he was even thirsty or it was just something he knew he should be doing. An auto-response to help deal with the awkward silences that popped up between us. I had to badger him all day to meet me for a late dinner out.

Now he picks at his food and mindlessly sips his water.

“When was the last time you ate?” I asked staring at him. His eyes are down at his plate, his eyebrows scrunch together as if he had to really think about it.

“Not long ago,” He replied.

“Yesterday?” I asked knowing that to be closer to the truth.

“Yea, maybe,” He sighed wiping his face with his hand as if trying to wipe the evident exhaustion off.

“You still look like shit,” I smirked which made him grin slightly.

“I just wish it would stop.”

“It will, it takes time,” I tried to sound upbeat.

“It’s been months…” He responded with a mixture of sounding disgusted and distraught.

“Yea, but look how long you two were together, something of this magnitude takes a while.”

He took his fork and moved the around the peas on his plate, trying to come up with words to say, trying to put words to the pain.

“There are days…where the only peace I find is in the 3 or so seconds after waking up…before I remember that she’s gone.” He said as if ashamed of the fact.

I knew he needed to vent. I wasn’t entirely sure if he had anyone to really talk to about this. His parents had already passed. I’m not sure if he even talked to his brother anymore after their falling out. I tried to remember why it had happen. Something about his brother not going to the funeral? Not exactly Sure. I figured the last thing he wanted to do was talk to HER parents about it. I imagined it would cause more pain and grief than anything else.

Derrick took another bite of his sandwich. My words seemed inadequate for the type of pain he was letting out. My reassurances sounded forced and not authentic at all. I wanted to do more or say something epic to break the walls down for him to be himself again and not this shell of a man sitting across from me.

“Yea, but there will be a day when you will be stronger than you were before. I don’t like saying, ‘Everything happens for a reason,’ in cases like these, but you got to take what good you can salvage and push forward. All your memories should never be outlined in sorrow, keep them filled with joy, the way they are meant to be. Would she want you to be so drained of life with her absence? You have to live, man.”

“Live for what?” He croaked, looking up at me with tears outlining his eyes.

“Live for you, for her! Continue on to do great things, whatever they may be. To change peoples’ lives for the better. You nor I will ever know how much we affect others, but we do. Through all my crappy situations, I’ve realized they’ve strengthened and lead me to good times with new friends. My attitude directly affects those around me. Why would I ever want to bring others down when I could always assist in lifting them up by merely staying positive? And also, Liz would want you to be happy…with or without her. That’s what truly loving someone is like.”

I could tell he was weighing my words. It’s always hard to let go of something you love with all your heart. I can only imagine the empty void in his chest when he wants to go and call her or send a text. To see her laughing or smile one more time. The only way he’ll ever hear her voice again is through old voice messages or videos.

“Yea..Just gonna take some time,” He finally said softly.

“Yea, well, you got me here to help. Just need to get out more.” I smirked.

He nodded.

I hoped my words made some sort of impact. Perhaps maybe laid a seed to sprout, so to speak. The only thing I could try to associate this whole thing with is a type of rehab. To be with someone for years and to grow with them only to have them abruptly taken away will need assistance in going on without them. Re-learning how to be alone. To be completely independent. I know having friends there isn’t the same as having that one person you have a connection with on a deeper level. But it can ease the pain, at least, I hope it does. This I must believe, so I can help. It kills me to see my closest friends hurt so much.

“We should get up with Adam and Robert this weekend and go on a road trip. I heard there’s a place to go zip-lining near Wake Forest. Cabins there we could stay at.”

“I dunno, maybe.”

“How about yes, I’ll get a hold of them tomorrow. Adventures man, let’s have some adventures again! Maybe we’ll find a dragon to slay.” I winked.

He chuckled, “Sure sure”


We slowly started to chat at longer lengths and joked of old times, all the while the dullness fading slowly in his eyes.

I know Depression can feel like an everlasting condition,

but having those Who Care trying to intervene,

Will make it fade faster.


She Was Fierce

***The first line is from Shakespeare’s “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” ***

Though she was but little, she was Fierce!

With eyes full of dangerous intellect cloaked in poisonous Emeralds; She could pierce the soul and ruin men slowly. One simply could not deny her persistence. Like a blade of grass growing from cracks in the cold stone, she would find her breathe through any suffocating darkness. No Chains of depression were able to hold her down. No man was strong enough to break her will, or slow her. Her stride came from a momentum born of wanting MORE in life… There were no excuses…

I have seen the way her soul cries out: “I have known a life of breaking pain, there is nothing you can do now to sway me!”

‘Sacrifice,’ had become a custom, ‘Compromise,’ a known Art, but ‘Settling’ was an abomination to her spirit. She was a warrior without swords, or shields, or armor. She herself seemingly made of steel, merciless in her conquering. For the vocabulary of an unforgiving and educated woman can bring down any King just the same as strike to the heart.

She spoke with a wisdom…that I wish didn’t come from first hand experiences. Her face was absent of laugh lines, only knowing hardships and anguish. Her hands were rough from holding-on to possibilities. I could hear a dull pain in her voice even on rare days when she spoke of joys…

And yet she kept moving forward…

There are those in this world who find strength in sorrow, who don’t yield to fate. That carve their own destinies through history, because living in the shadows of greatness is not living at all. It is merely dying without a purpose.

Let it be known, the day her blood runs cold is the day this world loses a goddess. For the sake of giving names, let us call her Athena. Even in her short comings, I’ve seen a strategy that gave birth to promising opportunities. Never staggering before the blows of Life, but always moving forward regardless of what wall was erected to stop her in her tracks.

She would never know failure, because she would never give up.

She was fierce.

Last Night (Flash Fiction)

It was the last night with her. Far past midnight. I was driving. I was always the driver. However, it was something I never complained about since it meant we were all together. My eyes were on the road but my mind stayed in the back seat where she was. The windows were down and the evening air felt nice. She kept her head out the window enjoying the rush of air. I wondered what she was thinking of. Was it me? Was it of us? Chances were it wasn’t, but I’ll never know for sure.

We crossed on to the bridge that stretched over the river. No other cars were out. For some time, it felt like we were the only souls out at that late hour. Lonely Night Owls. The water below appeared black, slowly moving as if it were some living abyss waiting to swallow anything that fell to it. The city we were driving to was lit up like a beacon of hope. As though we were driving through hell and almost out. The only real hell, for me, was knowing I was leaving tomorrow.

The radio was going, but I didn’t really hear it. I just felt the wind on my face and arms, smelled the night air which hinted of passing rain, and saw the light among the darkness. I didn’t want to forget that moment, because it’d be one of the last ones I’d have with her. Driving with such an overall beautiful woman in my car. She was a new, albeit brief, chapter in my life. A rare and unique type of woman that you’d never forget once you met. One that warmed the soul once you made that connection.

I didn’t want to leave her…

Her lips. (Flash Fiction)

Her lips were soft.

There was a taste of revenge on her tongue though, and I knew exactly what I meant to her. She slowly pulled away and looked at me with large brown eyes. They were so inviting.

I really wanted to.

“What about Grey?” I asked simply.

“What ABOUT Grey? He’s nothing anymore.” She said unbuttoning my shirt.

“This isn’t right,” I said grabbing her hands.

“Are you serious? What guy says that at this moment?”

“The nice ones, that finish last and see all the mistakes everyone else has made,” I replied buttoning my shirt back up and walking for the door.

“That was stupid. You’re a waste of..” Her words were cut off by the door closing behind me.

I didn’t need to hear them. It didn’t matter if Grey was a friend of mine or not. It was the fact that I knew about the two of them. What kind of scum would go a long with that anyway?

Karma can become a calamity to those who ignore her.

As I walked away from the small townhouse, I took my phone out and sent Grey a text saying his wife just kissed me. We weren’t good friends, only co-workers, but wrong is wrong and I have enough Sins to worry about.


Thank you for reading. I tried to write a flash fiction story with a minimal amount of details and names that would still draw you into the scene. Let me know if you liked or disliked it.

The Seed. (Short Story)

This is a short story I wrote in the last two or three hours for the submission to: http://theartificialselectionproject.com/2013/05/10/quasi-blog/

They are a small group planning on publishing an E-book. The deadline is November 1st.  I figured it’d be another way to get my name out there if they accept this. 🙂

The Seed

Jack watched the lightening in the distance and felt the wind increasing. It was gonna be a good night of sleeping once the storm got there. He took another pull from his tobacco pipe and let the smoke out slowly. “I could use a good nights sleep..” He said to himself. Jack dumped the ashes from his pipe and stepped back into his trailer.
He returned to his vacant recliner and resumed watching the History channel.  He could hear the rain starting to fall on the roof heavier and heavier as the time passed.
At the end of his show, a knock came at the front door. It was hard and rapid and screamed of Urgency.
Jack quickly got up and opened the door to a soaking wet young woman. She looked frail and beaten with thin strands of black hair clinging to her thin face.
“Help,” was all she said as she barged into Jack’s home.
“Wha…what’s wrong? who are you?” Jack stammered not really knowing what to do.
The woman sat down  on the small couch next to Jack’s recliner. She was holding her left side which Jack could now see was bleeding.
“Oh shit, okay, I can call an ambulance. Don’t worry, okay?”
“No!” she screamed, “Can’t you see there’s no time. You have to help me Now!”
Jack froze in uncertainty, “What..do you want me to do?”
“Come here..” she calmly said looking up at him with emerald eyes.
Jack’s legs moved on their own bringing him to the kneeling position next to her.
She smelled of smoke with a light hint of death which was almost nauseating.
The woman grabbed his plaid shirt and pulled him into a kiss.
The smell seemed to disappear along with the fact that she was freezing cold, wet, and bleeding on his new couch.
Her lips were soft and full. Once her tongue slipped into Jack’s mouth to meet his, it felt like she breathed something sweet into his lungs.
“We’re both going to die.” she whispered to him after she pulled away.
Jack was speechless. The whole thing confused him so much that he had no idea what he would even try to ask if something had even popped into his head.
That’s when it began.
The woman with emerald eyes fell back with a blank stare and mouth slightly open. She was dead.
“What the fuuuuck!? Hey! Lady! Say something for Christ’s sake!” Jack tried shaking her but she was limp.
“Okay…Okay..I’ll call 9-1-1 and..we’ll get this sorted out.,” Jack said to himself as he began to shake slightly from uncertain fear.
He stood up hearing the cracks in his knees which always made him feel older than what he really was.
Jack never got to his cell phone which was laying on the counter next to the sink. Fortunately for him, his living room had thick carpet which somewhat cushioned his fall to unconsciousness.
When he opened his eyes, a black pair of soulless eyes stared back at him. No words spoken, only a hatred growing on the face of the man that stood over Jack. The Man was clean shaven with a dark gray bowler hat which matched his suit. He had a thin frame with boney fingers.
The man in the dark gray suit reached behind his back and produced a black wicked looking curved dagger which he prepared to bring down on Jack.
On instinct, Jack kicked upwards sending the stranger stumbling forward and over Jack.
Jack sprang up and turned around. “Who are you!? What do you want!? I don’t know that woman or what happened to her!” Jack yelled out desperately trying to find out what this psychotic man wanted.
“I want the Mana Seed.” The man in the dark gray suit sneered as he charged Jack.
Jack grabbed the man’s wrists and tried holding him off.
“I…don’t..have any seeds!” Jack said struggling.
There was no arguing with the man. He had a rage in his black eyes and an unstoppable death in his hand.
 It was the most frightening experiences of Jack’s life. Watching slowly as his strength left him to fatigue and the knife inched slowly to his chest.  He watched his demise in slow motion. Jack couldn’t fight any longer, the man with the black eyes was stronger than he looked.
The knife pierced his chest and into his heart.
The man in the dark gray suit watched the curved dagger  waiting for it to extract the Mana Seed, but there was nothing. No reaction, No glow; This pathetic vessel was actually empty.
Jack’s body went limp and slumped down to the ground.
The ‘Suit’ pulled out his cell phone and began calling his superior.
“The womans dead, the seed is gone…Yes…I tried to extract from both bodies…Nothing…I’ll keep looking.” He hit the “End” button on his cell while stepping out into the rain and disappeared into the darkness.
Jack’s body lay there motionless for some time before anything happened. Slowly, a blue glow began to illuminate where the knife had penetrated.  Jack’s flesh began to weave itself back together. His lungs filled and he exhaled slowly; opening his eyes which were finally full of understanding.
Jack stood up in silence and looked over at Alicia who was  the Seed’s previous vessel.  Tears crept down his smooth face which he caught on his finger tips.
He walked over to Alicia and placed a tear on each of her wounds.
“Life,” He whispered and watched a faint glow engulf her body.
Alicia gasped deeply and began coughing.
“About damn time! Being dead isn’t any fun you know!”
Jack smirked, “I know how it feels.”
Alicia stood up wiping the strands of hair from her face and looking Jack over. The slight wrinkles in his face had vanished and the gray in his brown hair was gone. He looked ten or fifteen years younger now. He could pass for someone being in their late twenties.
“Lets get out of here. There’s much to discuss,” Alicia said heading towards the back door, “Let’s bring Magic back to this barren world.”

Horror Story

***This is half of a horror story I’m working on. No title yet. Let me know what you guys think of it. I’m aware some parts a little more “tell” than “show.” I’ll go back and smooth those parts out once I’m finished.  Thank you for your time and comments!***

There was no explosion; only the car, trees, and an impact which caused the airbags to finally be deployed. No one was around to witness the accident, not even wild life; it was unnaturally silent after the crash. The driver and passenger began checking themselves over as they were waiting for the airbags to fully deflate. The two young men slowly opened the car doors and stepped out into the half moon lit night.

Dustin delicately fingered the shallow gash in his forehead, “I swear, if I need stitches for this, I’m going to murder your face with my fist.”

Gene scowled at his longtime best friend. “It’s not my fault you drive like a MORON at night time around curves like THAT!” Gene said pointing up towards the cliff where Dustin’s car had rammed through the guard rail and plummeted down.

Dustin couldn’t believe he had just totaled his graduation present. It wasn’t much to exactly look at,even before the crash, nor was it brand new; but it was new to him and got him places he wanted to go. Maybe he DID drive too fast at times, but what 18 year old didn’t with a new car? Regardless, he knew he should of been saying praise to his Lord and Savior for allowing him to walk away from the accident with just a deep cut on his forehead. However, it wasn’t necessarily HIS fault he drove through the guard rail and down a good sized cliff.

“Just tell me one thing, what exactly was it that you saw before you grabbed the wheel?” Dustin asked looking into the car to search for his cell phone.

Gene’s scowl on his skinny angular face immediately disappeared and was replaced with a look of genuine concern, “It was a man..or a woman or..somebody.” Gene looked back up the cliff for a moment shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other before turning back to Dustin who popped his head back out of the car.
“Don’t worry, I didn’t freak out over Bambi crossing the road.”

Good, Dustin thought, because if it HAD been a deer then Gene would be on the ground with a broken nose to go with the one spider cracked lens in his glasses. Of course, Dustin would of felt like shit afterwords since he’s about twice the weight of Gene.

Dustin let out a soft sigh as he walked away from his Ford Probe and a few feet towards the bottom of the cliff. He peered into the darkness to try and detect any movement.
“HEELLLOOOO!? Anyone up there!?” Dustin yelled out.

There was an eerie silence that seemed to swallow up the moment. It was only broken momentarily by the sound of a gust of wind blowing through the pine trees that surrounded them.
“Creepy.” Gene muttered.
Dustin called up again but still received no response. He thought about climbing up in case he had clipped the person and not realized it. The cliff, however, was too steep to go back up.

“Give me your phone,” Dustin said turning away from the cliff.


“What!? You had it on charge before we left Chad’s house!”

“The light switch for the outlet must of gotten flicked off because it never charged my phone. I’m sorry
man, where’s yours?” Gene asked empathetically.

Dustin had been driving with his phone on his lap right before the crash. He was texting his girlfriend, Linda, back and forth. She had yelled at him before for texting while driving a few times, but he always just shrugged it off. Once the car had struck the guard rail, the phone was launched up and bounced around the car cracking the screen and doing some kind of internal damage.
“It hit something in the crash and broke.”

“Fuck! How are we going to get help? There’s nothing around here but woods and hills!” Gene said with frustration as he looked around the area.

The young men had been driving home from visiting their friend Chad. He had recently moved four hours away to goto college. Dustin and Gene had to drive through parts of Virgina to get to and from.

“We can’t get back up so we’ll just head down through these woods and hope we pop out onto a road. I’m sure we’ll find someone passing by,” Dustin said as he began down into the woods that surrounded them.

Gene followed behind shaking his head. He had wanted to be home by now; not still driving with another two hours to go.

As the young men started their decent through the woods, someone was watching. He stood smiling and naked slowly swaying back and forth on the road above them. His body was bloated, fat, and hairless. He was hungry, and he started to follow.

The trek through the woods wasn’t exactly easy. Both of the guys’ knees and legs were bruised from the accident and walking on them seemed like a strenuous chore. Thankfully, it wasn’t raining or cold out as they searched for help. They walked for about an hour when they came out onto a service road.

“Sweet. No one around,” Gene said looking one way then the other, “Wait..What’s that?”

They stood in silence for a moment before a wave of relief washed over them.
“Thank God for 24 hour Walmarts!” Dustin chuckled as both him and Gene headed towards the only building in a 20 mile radius.

“At least getting help should be easy.” Gene muttered

The doors slid open as the young men stepped into the store. It was close to 3 A.M. so they didn’t expect to see anyone shopping. No one was; Only employees in the store.

“Oh My God!” Said the brunette at the cash register with a thick country accent, “What happened to ya’ll?”

Dustin and Gene walked up to the woman and the man who she had been talking to before she noticed them walking in. They told the employees what had happened.

“Wow, sounds right nasty.” Jake said as he pulled out his cell phone and handed it to Gene to use.

“I got some wet naps here darlin’. You can clean some of tha blood off your face.” Alison said in a sweet voice.

Dustin smiled and felt completely relieved at this point. Alison, the Night shift manager, and her co-worker Jake, one of four workers on the night shift not including Alison, were sympathic and kind. They both looked like they were in their mid-twenties with brunette hair and skinny faces.

They could of been brother and sister for all Dustin knew. Maybe Jake wouldn’t mind if he tried to get a number out of this “poor me” situation. Alison was definitely attractive; she had a thin body with a sexy southern accent that Dustin found very arousing. There was also no ring on her finger which was a major plus.

Gene dialed 9-1-1 on Jake’s phone and hit the send button. It was an older phone so it took a second to process and call the number.

“9-1-1 What’s your emerg–” The man’s voice was cut off.

Gene looked down at the phone as the signal was lost.
“You got bad reception in here?”

“Nah, my phone works perfect,” Jake said a little puzzled as he took the phone from Gene, “What the shit?”

Dustin was staring into Alison’s engulfing brown eyes while she gently cleaned the cut on his forehead when the main lights of the store went out and the emergency lights came on.

“Jeeesus!” Alison yelled. She grabbed her radio and called for everyone to check in.

“Dean here. What happened?”

“Marco. In warehousing still.”

“Abby In electronics.”

“I don’t know, ya’ll just come to the front. Can ya check tha fuses for me Marco?” Alison responded.


“Well, This is a first. Power don’t even go out during winter.” Jake said.

Gene wanted to scream. They were so close to getting help sent out their way and heading home. He just wanted a shower and his bed.

After a short time the rest of the workers gathered near the entrance of the store. Marco had called over that the fuses were all good. He had made sure the back doors were closed and locked and arrived in the front shortly after everyone else.

“I don’t know what’s happening but the land line is dead too, ain’t got no dial tone. Do ya’ll’s cells work?” Alison said looking around her crew.

Almost simultaneously, everyone pulled out their cells and either shook their heads no or grunted in a negative way.

Dustin didn’t like what was going on. Why wouldn’t their cell phones work all of a sudden? They all couldn’t have the same network, right?

“Alrighty, This is what we’re gonna do–” Alison begun saying before she was interrupted.

The glass of the front doors shattered as something walked through it. He was huge, he was drooling, he was naked.

“What the fuck!” Marco and Dean said in unison as Abby screeched.

The fat man stopped moving as it looked at the group and said, “Ah….My Fleshies..”

His body began to plump and bulge out like a bloated sausage. He first appeared to be an overweight man but now resembled an obese monstrosity. His eyes were swallowed up by darkness. His teeth fell out onto the floor as two rows of fangs grew in their place elongating his face into what looked like a piranha’s mouth.

“My Fleshies!” The monster shrieked again as it lunged forward moving like a charging rhino. It’s arms flapped back and forth across it’s body while it’s mouth hung open.

Flash Fiction

Chad had a demon inside of him; this he knew. It festered at the site of Christine and became almost uncontrollable at times. It felt like lava burning in the pit of his stomach traveling up to his chest like a godforsaken plague of endless heartburn. Each time it did this it seemed to slowly ash away his humanity; he was becoming a hollow shell of dust.

Chad watched Christine come into the coffee shop everyday since he started working there. Why would she torment him so much he wondered? She already teased him everyday in high school by giving him those looks. Oh, how it boiled his blood to think of those tantalizing looks. The way her eyes squinted as if judging him, as if telling him he’d never have her, and as if he was worthless to her.
That’s fine he knew; he would submit to his mortal sin while making her the same order everyday after school. Chad didn’t need any violent physical act to get his revenge. Though the thought of a knife slowly piercing her milky white flesh was almost orgasmic to him, it would raise an alarm among the humans. No. Each day he accomplished his diabolical plan of slow slaughter to the seemingly innocent diabetic succubus.
She always asked for decaf, but Chad never gave it to her. He would snicker every time she left the coffee shop. The black liquid death desolating the receivers in her filthy organs until one day they shutter and shut down made him smile wickedly. He made another Regular Coffee for her.