Seamen | Work in Progress

Is MerMay swimming along faster than expected, or is that just me? Either way, here's a flash fantasy I've been meaning to share. This is only a rough draft, so please don't get too attached to it. I will be building up the story more later. Accompanying artwork will be added when it's more than …

A Dragon’s Heart and Other Stories

Hello. 👋 This is an update about stories old and new. First off-- I want to apologize for the mess around here. My website and social media feel neglected to me, and I imagine it all feels that way to visitors. Second-- I want to note that Fals' Fiction has been copied from Medium.com into …

Fiction | Rising in His Moonlit Guard

© iZer0 The pointed tips of Narrentuarn’s ears twitched at the urgent sounds in his mind. His hands vibrated from the desperate energy in his two ceremonial swords. The spell worked. They were coming. Across the platform of the moon rising ceremony, Hrroulenan gently drew smooth arcs of thickly smoking, herbal balls. His hypnotic body …

The Writer in the Corner: On Characterization

A writer in one of my groups asked how to avoid cookie-cutter characters. That got me thinking about the main characters in my flash fiction. It's what most of you know me for, I'm pretty certain. So, who are my characters on Medium.com? What do they do...? A creepy narrator commits murder of passion. [This …

Fiction | Butterfly in The Anthill

Lexi hits his limits during self-defense training in Aaron’s security center. © agsandrew “Ten more,” ordered Crunch. Lexi flexed his fingers. The motion set off a scream in the muscles above his wrist. His fingers were cramping in the open palm strike position while his tormentor counted. Crunch smirked, knowingly. The skin-tight biocyber suit Lexi …

Fiction | Coffee Perking

Who pays $50 for a coffee? The slicker of the night creatures, for the right grind. © jarmoluk Antonia Lup slunk into a polished, wooden chair that the youngest customers would’ve chewed on at her coffee shop. Carvings in the wood of nearby chairs depicted urban scenes for a strange mix of styles. Each metal …

Fiction | Courting Ripples

A dream of Iron Henri’s for his frog prince. © suju Henri descended the estate pond’s lower slope. Fireflies illuminated water lily blooms closed into tight, pointed buds. On one lily pad ahead, a lone frog chirruped a greeting. “HenRIi.” It was only a frog, yet a feeling of recognition struck as a smooth stone …

Fiction | Popping Personal Bubbles

My hive handle? 0gRobinHood © oneinchpunch These crops are coming along nicely. I take this moment, ignoring the persistent ding of a message, to enjoy balls of various colors floating in the center of the huge recreational deck. A different algae mix bloom inside each ball: Blue-green-black. (Not the harmful black, my assisting AI reassured …

Fiction | Chapped Hips

© vladorlovHis text said, “when u get home round me up”.My withdrawn fangs itched in my gums at the images inspired by his simple message. Billy was only direct when it came to sex and jokes. He knew I planned to leave work at the warehouse early, before 2 A.M. I now expected a surprise. …

Fiction | Mag’s Super Crush

My supervillain/-hero flash titled "Locked up, Tight" won second place in Scribophile's Through the Eyes of a Villain contest! The contest...