Flash in the Pan

One for Sorrow

The first time I saw Mark raise his right hand, I winced. Salutes meant one thing in my experience...

Flash in the Pan


The husk of the pumpkin sat atop the wooden table. Its tendril-like innards hung over the edge with...

Flash in the Pan


The horn sounded and the train doors opened, giving Jerome the opportunity to watch the people...


Flash in the Pan

What We Know About Death

Chapter 1: Mother and the Chocolate Cake Our cake is velvet-crumbed, slivers cut one by one, each...

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