I hope you enjoy this flash fiction story!
This short story is in anticipation of Halloween. I hope you enjoy it.
Brandon Ellrich writes a creepy tale in anticipation of Halloween!
We were made for only one purpose: to be eaten. But first, we will have to wait. We are put on display while we anticipate our death sentence. The ravenous beasts come by and gaze at us hungrily, almost lustfully. They are not allowed to eat us, however, until the bell is rung. Just asContinue reading “The Contest”
Dylan looked around the used bookshop with little more than a mild interest, but then something at the back of the shop caught his eye. There was a door with caution tape across it in an “X” and the tape read “Crime Scene Do Not Cross.” Naturally, his curiosity got the better of him. HeContinue reading “Graphic”
The first time I saw the Hand of Death, it was reaching for my sister. I pulled her toward me before it could take hold of her. We had taken our father’s fishing boat out into the middle of the lake. My sister had gone into the water for a swim while I remained inContinue reading “The Hand of Death”
This is a short work of fiction with a lesson about the dangers of discrimination and homophobia.
A man was sitting in his garden against an old brick wall. Thinking aloud, he said, “This wall has been here for so long. If this wall could talk, I wonder what it would say. I wish I could hear its stories. “I can talk,” came an unfamiliar voice behind him. The man jumped up,Continue reading “If These Walls Could Talk…”
Veronica leisurely strolled slowly down the aisle, checking things off her list after putting each item into the cart which, of course, had a wobbly wheel. She allowed Bryce to reach out and grab a few things as she pointed to them. She smiled as she recalled the first meal she made for EddieContinue reading “Fog”
The temperature outside was chilly; one might even describe it as frigid. Inside, there was warmth, love. They looked at each other from across the room as Bryce played on the floor with his LEGOS and his mother Veronica sat kneeling on the worn area rug near him. “They’re young for such a short time,”Continue reading “Temperature Change”