I’ve written dozens of flash fiction pieces in response to both yeahwrite.me weekly prompts, and the now-defunct wordpress.com 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.
Every form of biology is driven by a Darwinian sort of algorithm that: Enables an organism to survive its environment,
Cupid ‘s arrow struck a vein: a token-Prozac stimulant to heartache and pain. Death’s defining moment is the moment it
In love or hate, what difference does it make? My loved ones will be inspired to become slaves unto the
Keep your head still. Look forward, into the distance. Or, just look at the ground. Ignore it, or pay attention
My blood will cover: The carpet. The couch. Part of the window sill. Those curtains, not these. I’ll die, here,
With my father’s entry into the grave, my inheritance he gave: a mansion full of things literary: fiction, prose and
This will hurt me worse than you he thought, before he buried himself inside. Blood-stained bed sheets became the tell-tale
Where was I when the world stopped turning? Police sirens spun as they wailed their own noise-symphony dirge. An antique
Inspired by the Daily Post: https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/pens-and-pencils/
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Image Search.”