Gone

paranormal flash fiction Gone

I don’t believe in ghosts. I’ll tell you that right out. Woo-woo on the Internet? Spirit hunters on TV? It’s all a load of bullhockey. When you’re gone, you’re gone. My wife, now she’s another story. Martha’s the kind of person who looks for the Virgin Mary in her French toast. There’s nothing that woman…

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Visitor

Flash Fiction Visitor

It was after midnight when my ex-husband pounded on my door. I shouldn’t have answered. I know that. But I’ve always been an idiot where he was concerned. I opened the door and stared. Torn shirt, tie flung over one shoulder, face covered with cuts and scratches. “L-lauren.” Greg braced a forearm on the door…

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Ghosted

paranormal flash fiction ghosted

It started out innocently enough. What can I say? I was curious. Swipe, match, chat. Tap-tap-tap ding! You have a date with a beautiful woman. This method of finding a soulmate did not exist in my youth, but things are different now. If my life taught me anything, it is that you have to keep…

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