Category: The Suicides

I’ve written dozens of flash fiction pieces in response to both weekly prompts, and the now-defunct daily prompts, all themed around that ultimate question: is life worthwhile? I’ve titled these pieces The Suicides, and intend to eventually put them into an anthology.

Free Will -

Free Will — The Suicides, #82

Every form of biology is driven by a Darwinian sort of algorithm that: Enables an organism to survive its environment,

Cupid -

Cupid Pays the Debt — The Suicides, #81

Cupid ‘s arrow struck a vein: a token-Prozac stimulant to heartache and pain. Death’s defining moment is the moment it

Love or Hate -

In Love or Hate — The Suicides, #80

In love or hate, what difference does it make? My loved ones will be inspired to become slaves unto the

Waiting -

Waiting — The Suicides, #79

Keep your head still. Look forward, into the distance. Or, just look at the ground. Ignore it, or pay attention

Castled -

Castled — The Suicides, #78

My blood will cover: The carpet. The couch. Part of the window sill. Those curtains, not these. I’ll die, here,

Poem -

A Poem — The Suicides, #77

With my father’s entry into the grave, my inheritance he gave: a mansion full of things literary: fiction, prose and

Tenderness -

Tenderness and Roses — The Suicides, #76

This will hurt me worse than you he thought, before he buried himself inside. Blood-stained bed sheets became the tell-tale

World Stopped Turning - World Stopped Turning -

When the World Stopped Turning — The Suicides, #75

Where was I when the world stopped turning? Police sirens spun as they wailed their own noise-symphony dirge. An antique

It — The Suicides, #74

  Inspired by the Daily Post:

You and Me Too, Sister — The Suicides, #73

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Image Search.”