He was curled up in her lap. His lips wrapped around her nipple. She played with his hair pulling on it causing him to softly moan in pain. Milk stained the rim of his lips. She watched the pig sucking hungrily at her sore teat. She was nursing him with apathy, like she would her … Continue reading Flash fiction: Farming
Flash fiction: Four months later
It had been four months since I'd last had a full conversation with her. I loved her more than I did whilst I was talking to her back in those sun drenched summer days. Now here I was in the days of winter, walking home from this decaying high school in bum fuck Omaha. A … Continue reading Flash fiction: Four months later
Flash fiction: One more personal demon on the list
It was summer, an Omaha summer, I hated the sun. My black pyjama t-shirt was soaked with sweat and I felt dizzy, the sun's rays broke through my blinds, whilst I talked to her; her being Elena Kitt, I 'd been talking to her for half of the school year now. I was in my … Continue reading Flash fiction: One more personal demon on the list
Flash fiction: It’s failed and there isn’t much that can be done
I hated most things; though I found solace in solitude and writing, as well as music. I sat up in my room, listening to The Smiths The queen is dead loudly. I knew that education had failed me, the teachers so damn carefree had with carelessness fucked about with education and now here I was … Continue reading Flash fiction: It’s failed and there isn’t much that can be done
Flash fiction: Just another overly romanticised lake
The lake was unpleasant. That was the only way Mitchell Wright could put it. "Oh my god you still like her don't you?" Sherrie Bluewood said to Mitchell, who sighed feeling stupid for what he had said. "Baby I don't I just said we got to know each other more recently." "Bullshit you liked her months … Continue reading Flash fiction: Just another overly romanticised lake
Flash fiction Prevailing domesticity
The Dammermen's sat at the dining room table inside their Omaha household, the rest of their family sat there as well, all together, eerily happy- all was right. It was December 25th 2014 the turkey had been cut and the family had reunited. Louise Dammermen's drug addled brother- Desmond who had recently been got divorced … Continue reading Flash fiction Prevailing domesticity
Flash fiction: Floridian thrift
The outside mall was dusty, full of large families and battered cars all decaying in the harsh sun. I was dressed in a light blue polo Ralph Lauren shirt, red shorts and aviators- which blocked out the Sun’s damned rays. I was accompanied by my family. All who loved Florida like me. A Latino family … Continue reading Flash fiction: Floridian thrift
Flash fiction: The tree branches drooped down that day
The pathway was littered with leaves, brown and crisp, I could smell bacon in the air as I wandered past houses with soaked clotheslines outside. It was an all too similar Autumns day in Canada. The kinds of days which I had grown to despise. Autumn was when my wife Irene had died (which was eight … Continue reading Flash fiction: The tree branches drooped down that day
Flash fiction: Bloodshed
The prison was darkly lit, a lonesome light fixture flickered above, casting a lifeless shadow on the floor. Countless people wandered around it, violence in their eye and unhappiness and disenchantment all around. One inmate sat on a rotting wooden bench, fidgeting with his fingers. Whilst watching. He felt something slightly sharp poke him. All … Continue reading Flash fiction: Bloodshed
Flash fiction: How are the Howard’s?
The Howard's passed through the back alleys of Pomona, hurrying past the strange men in long black trench coats with unkempt hair and beards. Shuffling past the women in crop tops and hiked up skirts yearning for someone and something. Something that the Howard's couldn't provide and they were thankful that they couldn't provide. Allen … Continue reading Flash fiction: How are the Howard’s?
Ben Brizell 