Microfiction – Infernal

She banged her gavel. “Order! Order!”
The noise continued.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Nothing.
“What in the infernal hell is wrong with these people?”
“They’re lost, souls.”
“Did someone just turn the heat up in here? I’m roasting,” she replied.
The Devil smiled.

Microfiction – The Smoky Backroom

BB sat in a smoky backroom laughing, “Oh My God, it was so fucking easy. And the lies were outlandish, but here we are. Those dumb sons-of-bitches fell for it hook, line, and sinker.”

The Eagle Soars

Cunning is thy name and deceit thy game; one land to fall to control them all. A lifelong dream of world domination is close, but your worst nightmare soars overhead.

Haiku – The Change

Fundamental change
Allows ruthless men to rule
Cowards on the dole

Haiku are short — very short — poems

In this haiku, man changes from warrior to coward in a generation.

Microfiction – The Woman

Lying in bed, Tyler tries to sleep, but the woman won’t let him. Standing in the doorway, naked, her skin white from the acid thrown on her. She tries to talk, but painful sounds are all he hears—a haunting memory. The alarm rings again, “Engine 15, infant choking, 225 Kilborne Drive.”

This piece of microfiction is a character story from my apocalyptic novella Every Yard Is A Grave. Character stories are small glimpses into a character’s life before, during, and after the book.