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Back to the font

chuck wendig’s Flash Fiction Challenge: 200 words of a story.

So here we go…

JacobĀ  stood alone on the fog covered dock. A spectral figure wreathed in frost and ice crystal.
The glock hung loosely at his side with the apathy of sleep deprivation.

A beam of light lanced through the fog and somewhere far off a fog horn belched.

He waited.

His fingers were numb on the grip and his exposed skin was cold and clammy.

He waited some more.

Then he heard it, the slow stutter of hooves clacked across the dock; Each step loud and surreal in the opaque air.


He shivered.

Jacob told himself it was only the chill of the fog, but he knew better.

He saw the eyes first.

Red as rage and hot as a furnace.

One step after another.


He ran his tongue over his ragged lips and croaked out a greeting.


His voice sounded like a lost child.

Afraid, alone and desperately wanting to be elsewhere.

The terrible eyes moved forward in their unrelenting pace.


It ripped through the fog, its two cloven hooves leaving a scorch marked trail.

His teeth chattered .

It came to a sudden halt, its black armor clanking like a death toll.

It gave a serrated grin.


Posted by on November 25, 2013 in Flash Fiction Challenges



And the dead shall walk the earth…

I’m back Otherfuckers.
After an acidic slide into the pits of depression, I’ve tore my way from my bedrock coffin and into the land of the dying.

It’s time to kick ass and chew bubble-brains.

I’m going to slam my synaptic meat sponge against the walls of good taste and self-deception in a fiery caffeine fueled explosion that will make Michael Bay quiver in jealousy and pleasure. Time to get to work.
Nose dick to the grind stone.
That’s right, It’s about to get freaky.

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Posted by on November 24, 2013 in Uncategorized