Bloodlines

Rain assailed the street and concrete, and the lights of the suburban homes flooded into the darkness without. Jamal Epes watched TV alone in his small two-bedroom home. The wind rushed through trees and rattled shutters. At first, he thought it was a phantom sound, a noise so illogical that the only way to explain… Continue reading Bloodlines

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Flash Fiction: The Rooftop

There was a corpse on the rooftop when I got home. Didn't have enough time to question it. It was dark and the fog was thick. There was rustling in the forest of trees surrounding my home. I ran indoors holding onto the childhood belief that one is safer inside. I pushed my furniture to… Continue reading Flash Fiction: The Rooftop