One Shot Left

The gun jiggled very slightly in his hand as Terry spun the cylinder. The weight of only one bullet instead of a full 6 had thrown it off balance but only just. Before it stopped turning, Terry flicked his wrist to the right, causing a familiar click as the revolver’s cylinder snapped into place. He…

A Certain Hunger

He wasn’t the one. She knew that as soon as they sat down, but she held out hope that he would surprise her. After about three hours, she left the date feeling unsurprised and unsatisfied. She hoped the next one would have that spark she craved. She had met a few before who seemed they…

Clicks and Clacks

It dazzled her, how the clack of the typewriter had been replaced with the click of the laptop. Amazing how a single letter in a single word could symbolize more than a hundred years of change while still representing the same thing. She paused, filling the fallout shelter with silence, and wondered what would be…

Flood Warning 

The booze sloshed in the pit of his stomach like water in the bottom of a boat. The rain was coming down so hard that he could barely see more than ten feet in front of his eyes, except for the occasional flash of lightning, which lit up the world around him. Not that Alex…

Splintered

The dead October leaves crunched beneath my feet as Tom and I made our way through the woods. We could see our destination peeking through the bare branches a few yards ahead of us. It wasn’t much more than a large black outline in the dark, but I could still see its sharp features. The…