Flash Fiction

Addictions- Micah

Tossed into a limousine for the third time this week! Micah struggled to get the bearings in this new situation. He owed them money. Lots of it too. He looked through the tinted glass and watched the buildings fly by him.

“So pal, where we going?” Micah asked dusting himself off.

“Shut it, Ronaldo is fucking livid with you, you’ll be lucky to get away with your life this time, what’s the grand total?” The driver asked anxiously.

“Nah, chump change where I come from, a cool fifty thou. Nothing major. I’ll get it to him by this Friday guaranteed! Watcha want to wager on it little man?” Micah said with a sly smirk.

“I’m not taking my chances with someone like you man, you just don’t get it! This isn’t fucking make-believe. This is real life. And if you don’t fix it you’re gonna be scraped out of a gutter! Stop fucking around Micah,” the driver said angrily.

They were suddenly pulling up to a dock where three guys stood by the water. Two holding guns, one standing there smoking an expensive cigar. Overweight and well groomed.

“Well he’s finally here, with our fifty thousand I’m sure!” The man said as he walked up to the door and opened it. Guns pointed at Micah as he was pulled out.

“Hello Ronaldo, long time no see!” Micah said with a nervous chuckle.

“Yeah, not happy with you right now,” Ronaldo said as he punched him in the stomach. Drops of blood oozing from his lips.

“Ouch! That sucked!” Micah said angrily.

“Yeah. So here is a phone, here is my account number, fifty grand or death. Your choice. Point your guns at him men,” Ronaldo ordered.

Micah picked up the phone and looked over at the gun barrels. He only had one choice. Dialing his number Micah put the phone to his ear.

“Devon’s cell, what can I do for you?” Devon said furiously typing away. “Hey bro, how much money is in your house account again?” Micah asked


“About seventy five thousand, why? Need to borrow some cash! Gotta get it

back though brother, you stiffed me five grand last year. I don’t like that shit,” Devon said quietly.

“Yeah bro, I’m gonna die if you don’t wire fifty thousand to this account. Routing: 011601100, account 1789 8933 923,” Micah said through a choke.

“What the fucking hell Micah, what the shit did you do!” Devon screamed.

“Devon, keep it down in there!” His boss yelled angrily, “you’re not supposed to take personal calls!”

“Sorry boss, emergency,” Devon said as he walked out of his cubical into the break room.

“Yeah, I really fucked up this time man,” Micah said sadly.

“You are damn right you did, what the fuck man? Are you using again?” Devon screamed.

“No not this time, a little debt I owe or else I die, nothing major. Promise to pay it back by Friday?”

“God damn it!” Devon said fumbling his phone and hitting speaker.

Devon logged into his account and went to “wire transfers” and quickly answered all his security questions and popped in the information.

“It’s there,” Devon choked, realizing he probably just lost fifty grand! “Thanks brother, owe you one!” Micah said, almost nonchalantly, hanging up. “Look at the account Mavis,” Ronaldo ordered.

Mavis pulled out a laptop and logged into his account. A fifty thousand

memo credit was posted to his account. He quickly clicked the “verify funds” button and it was cleared instantly.

“Thanks Micah, don’t let it happen again!” Ronaldo said as he tossed him into the car and slapped the hood.

Flash Fiction

Addictions- Devon

“Get in here Devon!” The man shrieked as the door slammed.

“Yes Mr. Davison,” Devon asked

“This report is shit, redo it. You have an hour.” The man said ushering him

out the door.

Devon threw the report on his desk as he fumbled through his drawer for his

secret stash. He found the little black box pocketed it and walked outside. The sun beating hard on him as he walked to the park across the street, a smoker’s corner was his destination. He pulled out the little white drug and slipped it between his lips. Striking a match effortlessly as he lit it up. Pulling in the poisonous smoke. He shoved into the corner of the trees surrounding them, for some privacy and quiet. He pulled at it as he looked around anxiously hoping none of his co-workers would catch him. His black suit getting a little bit of ash on it as he conveyed his relief.

“Well, well, well, a little faggot in a black suit? Wonder why you’re here, on the ‘shit side” of the park?” A man laughed as him and three of his buddies walked up to him.

“Excuse me?” Devon said as he pulled the cigarette from his lips.

Were they seriously looking to start a fight?

“Well there is a toll to use these facilities, tiered by the quality of life you life.

The raggedy it’s a dollar, small enough to afford and reasonable enough to request. The ‘white collar boys’ they have to toss in a ten, they aren’t making the most money, but better than those that struggle every day. Then The teens, well they need to pay extra, a whopping twenty is acceptable. More is preferred. They don’t want their mommies and daddies discovering their little secrets. I believe they call that supply and demand. Then there are guys like you, walking around in your three-hundred dollar suits, working under the hand of the man. Fifty. Nothing less is accepted. I’m sure you make that in ten minutes? Cough it up boy, or we fuck you up!” The man laughed holding out a blue Crown Royal bag.

Is this guy serious?

“Yeah, this isn’t happening,” Devon said as he turned his back to them. Puffing away while looking into the cloudy skies above. Rain was coming.

“Well boys, looks like we have a trespasser!” The man said as he pulled a police baton from his belt loop and striking Devon in the shoulders.

“Fuck!” Devon cried as the pain rushed through his shoulder. “You guys were serious? What the fuck!”

“Yeah man, it’s just a fifty pocket change for you suit guys.”

“That’s not happening!”

The frustration was whelming up inside him, his control slipping away as he

grabbed his assailant mercilessly and continued to bash his face into Devon’s knees. Blood oozed from his mouth as he dropped the baton trying to grasp the little consciousness he had. The other three pulled out their own weapons and prepared to defend their mighty leader. Devon kicked two to the ground as he picked up the third one and punched him over and over again until he could hear cracking. Unconscious immediately. The two struggled to get up but Devon has retrieved one of their switchblades and proceeded to stab the man in the arm.

That could not satisfy Devon. He threw it to the ground as the man screamed in agony. Rushing the man and tackling him into the ground. Mercilessly bashing at this chest until he fainted. Picking up the next unfortunate soul he tossed him against a tree and kicked his legs until her heard them snap. There before him lay a mangled mass of unconscious bodies as he quickly pulled another cigarette to his lips. He smiled as he finally felt relief by hurting all these people. He rushed to his car for a change of pants. He always kept spares on him in case the urges hit him again.

He leapt into the backseat and removed the bloody pants sealing them away in a discarded gym bag as he pulled his new ones on. He straightened them as he walked back inside. His desire to kill his boss temporarily lifted as he went to correct the report that was “dead wrong”.

Flash Fiction

Addictions- Derek

“It’s been awhile since I’ve seen you,” she pouted.

“I know our lives have been chaos,” he said as he looked at the trees surrounding them.

“You don’t always have to go you know?” She whispered sadly.

“Yes I do, there is no place for me here, I need to be there,” he said upset. “With me?” She said drowning him with her hazel eyes.

“You’re with him now, and you have a child, something that would never have happened between us,” he said as he walked a bit faster as she pushed the stroller to catch up to him.

“Derek, listen, it’s no ones fault that it happened, you need to let it go, swallow it like I have,” she whimpered.

“Listen, Alysha, you know why I’m here, is it sleeping yet?” He said angrily. “Yes, he’s asleep now,” she said tears whelming up inside her.

“Here is that spot I was telling you about, lets get in there quickly,” he said in haste as he looked for anyone that might catch them.

Alysha and Derek stepped into a little sanctuary formed by a cluster of trees as he tossed his coat on the ground.

She pushed the stroller over in the corner, facing the child away from the act they were about to perform. She peeled off her underwear as he unzipped his pants. Pulling his cock out, dragging between his legs as she fell to her knees before it. Swallowing his length in a forced gasp. Forcing as much of him inside her as she could.

well at least I can feel close to you this way

His rigid member shuddered in her hands as he pulled her up by her arm. He pushed her against the bark of the tree as he lifted her skirt and plunged deep inside her. This was the only thing she was good for anymore. Their history had destroyed any chances they had of succeeding in love.

I wonder how many girls have been to this ‘secret spot’?

He was getting rougher now, plunging into her more forcibly as he sated his hunger for her body. His grunting and panting a reminder that this was all she was good for? A quick fuck in the middle of a walking path hidden only by trees denser than bricks. He started to fondle her massive tits as he fucked her. Her moans rang out as he wrapped his hand around her mouth. No matter what it is, it still feels good.

God why did I ever give this up?

She was insatiable as he pleasured her. He removed his hands from her tits as he pawed at her throbbing clit. She wanted to cry tears or pain and pleasure as he rammed into her. Suddenly she felt his body shake slightly as she knew his release was finally upon them. Her twat was filled to the brim with his hot cum as he moaned as quietly as he could.

He wouldn’t stop though.

One time was never enough, he needed more, he always needed more. He continued to pull in and out as cum oozed out of her. Dripping to the grass below. She had finally felt her release coming. As she was about to cum she grabbed his arms in embrace as he quickly covered her mouth, their silent cue. Her screams of pleasure only slightly muffled from his conquer.

Sensitivity overrode her body as he continued to pull himself in and out. It was almost painful, but she needed this. She needed to feel loved by this man. He was pulling against her hard now. Forcing her now aching hips into him as he thrust wildly into her. Begging for a new release, the only thing that made anything worth it. He needed satisfaction. He thrust into her once more as he finally came again. He pulled out, cum dripping from his cock as he pulled her to the ground. Grabbing her hair and forcing his wet cock into her mouth. Holding her firmly as he continued his onslaught.

Would it ever end? This wasn’t something she enjoyed, she hated the taste, hated the thought of even putting a cock in her mouth. Something her partner was always complaining about. But for him, she would do anything to feel close to him. Her breathing heavy as he constricted her airflow. Still pounding away at her face. Needing that last time, which would take forever, but she would do it. Only for him. He looked down at the mangled girl he was desecrating with his member and his urges overflowed him.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he ordered.

She pulled it from her mouth as she crawled over to the coat, like a bad dog. He spat in his hand as he wiped his spit all over her asscrack.

“Not there Derek, I’ve never been entered there!” She said, not loud enough for him to head. Nor would he care.

He walked up to her, his cock poking from the hole in his jeans as he prepared his final challenge. Anal. He was not gentle, forcing his still ridiculously hard cock inside her. She bit her arm in pain as he moaned pulling in and out of her ass.

“My god this is so tight, I’m never fucking you in your cunt again!” He cried out as he came, and came, and came.

Forty-Five minutes she had been under the control of this man and he was finally ok. Never truly satisfied, nothing would ever truly satisfy him. Her ass stung from the foreign object but she had to do it. If it kept them together for any amount of time she had no choice.

“Wow, that was pretty good, maybe I should stay?” He teased, noticing her displeasure with the joke.

“Derek,” she moaned as she played with her stinging clit.

She wanted more. She knew it was over, he would leave her there, all alone with her baby if she didn’t coax him back. Her clit so sensitive from his brute.

“My, someone is feeling awfully generous,” he said as he dragged her down his coat onto his quickly recovering cock.

He pulled at her waist as he slammed into her. She bit her lip, hoping he wouldn’t notice her discomfort. She was so sensitive it hurt to continue. But she had to. More time was necessary. She needed to feel wanted. She needed to feel like she mattered, even if it was only to curb his addiction. He didn’t last as long this time as he pulled out and drenched her underside with what was left of his cum.

Suddenly the baby woke up, crying, for where had mommy gone?

“Thanks!” he said as he wiped his cock with her panties and slipped them into his pocket. Slipping his member back inside, not even a wave as he stepped out. Only his coat in hand. She put herself back together and picked up the now screaming baby. Calming him down she put him back in the stroller. Tears rushing down her face as the only one that made her feel anything had walked away. She didn’t really matter to him either did she?

She walked through the door and placed the baby in its bassinet, thank goodness for naps. The only time she has to focus on how much she hated herself. She walked into the bathroom to inspect herself. She pulled off her clothes and felt the stickiness of his cum stuck to her thighs. She got into the shower and turned on the water as hot as it could get. Searing her flesh ever so slightly to rinse off the sadness that infiltrates her. He wouldn’t be home for awhile, he never was. His business trips were long and hard. Staying home with a baby was not her idea of the perfect life.

The water ran down her body as she slowly reached down to touch herself, remembering him inside her, remembering the time they spent together, fantasizing about every night being just like that. Him forcing himself on her, so she can feel loved. She pulled a dildo from her cupboard and splayed herself out in the bath. With any luck she could relive the sensations he gave her. Inserting it in and out slowly imaging him forcing himself on her. Like a crazed animal. It would never provide her the closure she needed. She abandoned it in the tub as she pulled out a downy towel.

Drying herself off she looked in the body length mirror inspecting for bruises and proof that he’s been there. Red blotches appeared on her arms and waist as she pulled out concealer to cover the evidence. She quickly grabbed her clothes and tossed them in the washer, trying to rid them of his seed. Begging for the baby to still be sleeping she walked over to him, peacefully dreaming away. No idea of the very evil that consumes the world around her. She crawled onto the couch, a kindle in her hand, a cup of tea by her side as she read. Tears welling from her eyes

Flash Fiction

“Espers” Scene

Suddenly the doors blew open and three men rushed in. They each yelled a word and the doors melted to the frames. The people screamed in terror. Ethan looked around anxiously as Chloe nestled closer to his neck. Alyson sat in the corner frozen in fear.

“We are the Cavances, and we are here to rob this bank!” One yelled raising his fist high.

“You are so loud,” a calm voice said displeased.

Walking out of the crowd was a sharply dressed man, thin, with a pair of wired rim glasses on his face. His brown eyes echoed danger. The head teller there, Miranda, looked upon them with a frown.

“Yes, although my idiot companions are right we don’t want to alert too many people. My name is Jasper, I am the leader of the Cavances, and although stealing your money is a bonus I am actually here for another reason. But before we get into that, the vault combos my lady,” Jasper smiled a sick fascination in his face.

“Sorry we need two people to open it, and I’m the only one here right now that has a combo,” Miranda said with a huff.

Suddenly on her shoulders she felt a heavy weight, there before them appeared a chameleon, it anxiously licking its eyes and a blade from something attached to its tail resting on her the tender flesh of her neck.

“How about now?” Jasper laughed sadistically.

Miranda knew better than to actually mess with them but she hoped her ruse would suffice. She walked with a shake to the vault. Ethan looked in awe as he noticed, this must be another summoner, that means him and his companion animal were very dangerous.

“Chloe you lazy girl, wake up,” Ethan nudged her as she frustratingly purred on his neck, “disarm him.”

Chloe crawled down Ethan’s body and poked out through his coat, quietly inching down his leg to avoid attention. She plopped to the floor and laid low, her slinky ferret body slithering across the floor. The rug was a deep chocolate which helped hide her dark brown fur. She slipped behind the teller line and looked up at Amanda. Slinking up her body without enough pressure for her to jump, stealthily reaching her side where Chloe leapt up and pounced the chameleon.

It flew to the ground and Chloe wrestled it’s tail to avoid its messily attempt at stabbing her. Finally disarmed Chloe pinned it to the ground as it laid unconscious from her beating. Chloe yawned as it watched over its prey.

“What is this, another summoner is here with us today, my who is going to pay for this?” Jasper said looking over the crowd in suspicion.

Ethan pretended to act scared to not give it away and watched Jasper’s eyes prodding him for some sort of tell.

“Maybe they’re outside,” someone said with a shaky voice.

“Why yes I suppose that would be a good guess but then who let them know? Was it you,” Jasper said with a sick chuckle.

“No sorry, I don’t know,” the man choked.

“Guess I’ll just start to kill people until someone confesses,” Jasper said with a shrug.

Alyson leapt into the air and blasted a wave of magic his way. Blasting him and his entire team onto the floor. Ethan looked in awe at her sudden outburst, and quickly eased through the crowd to get to her.

“What are you doing?” Ethan cried to her, “you’re a witch? Don’t you work for the hotel?”

“Yes and I don’t know, know, why I did it I was just so mad!” She said in a panic.

“We will work on that, thankfully we can figure this out,” Ethan said as he whistled.

Chloe dragged the unfortunate creature to Ethan as she stood beside him. Ethan drew a symbol in the air quickly and placed a holding spell on the criminals.

“What was that?” Alyson asked with curiosity.

“Old magic, it’s not very powerful and very inconvenient to use but its all I got.

“Well a witch too, that’s just marvelous,” Jasper said as he floated into the air, beyond the holding spell and back on his feet.

“How did you break through that?” Ethan said amazed.

“I’m much more powerful than you think, you’re the summoner then, DIE!” He yelled as he blasted a bolt of lighting Ethan’s way, rolling to the ground missing it barely he summoned Chloe back into his hood worried for her safety. If she was to get killed, Ethan wouldn’t know what to do with his pathetic life. Alyson muttered another spell blasting a concentrated stream of fire in his direction that he quickly deflected.

“And you must be the witch,” Jasper sneered.

The chameleon leapt into the air and knocked Alyson down as Jasper continued floating towards her, suddenly a blade in his hand, he brought it down but at the last moment, a fluffy red tail grasped it tightly.

“Great catch Chloe,” Ethan screamed as he stepped forward quickly etching another rune into the air for a spell.

“Your esper can transform? Gah!” Jasper said disgusted.

“Took a lot of practice but worth it,” Ethan said as a rune glowed and blasted Jasper into the walls behind him. His sword lifted by magic and thrust into the mans waist.

“Fine, I will have to cease this and come for you later kid, watch yourself!” Jasper said as smoke built around him and he suddenly disappeared.

Ethan pulled the frightened Alyson up and sat her carefully against the wall.

“Thank you, truly,” Ethan said with a smile, “Chloe could have been hurt if you weren’t so quick to respond.”

The little creature ran up to her and wrapped herself around Alysons neck and purred softly as it closed its eyes.

“Haha, I think I made a friend,” Alyson laughed nervously, still trying to get through what had just happened.

Ethan looked at the three men who were still trapped in his spell as he quickly went over to each of them knocking them unconscious.

Flash Fiction

Just A Little Writing

Devon smashed through the door of the hut. A crash rang out and splinters of wood exploded everywhere. A sword was aimed at the throat of an old man sipping on a cup of tea.

“Hello Devon, I have been expecting you for sometime now. They said you were coming. What can I do for you?” The sage asked, a slurping of tea in the chaotic air.

He wore old robes, a dark emerald green embroidered in gold. His long beard braided beneath his sunken eyes and crooked nose. His body frail with age and sitting with his legs crossed. The room was amidst with disturbed dust, old leather books worn from use lining bookshelves, and beautiful china neatly stacked on an old wooden end table.

“You know what I want, and it’s time for you to give it to me. You are the Green Sage are you not?” Devon said, not once allowing his composure to crack the sword unwaveringly aimed at the old mans throat.

“You seek the magic of the old tome? I’m afraid that book has been gone for sometime now. I’m far to old to possess that kind of responsibility. I’ve entrusted it to the Order, I’m sorry this trip was for nothing.” The sage said calmly.

“You know I will turn this hut upside down to find what I’m looking for and I am more than willing to take your life?” Devon threatened.

“I am aware of that, and I’m ready to die. I was told you were coming and decided to entrust it to someone else long ago. I know what you will become,” the sage said as he placed his empty cup down.

“Foolish old man, your life has no value to you does it?” Devon said lowering his sword.

“Not if it can protect others, I will not willingly put others lives in danger,” he said as he stood up, his body shaking with weakness.

“Gah! Foolish man,” Devon said as he smacked the old man with the hilt of his sword. The mans body crumpling to the ground in unconsciousness.

Devon went to the bookshelf and began to tear books out of the shelves. Opening them quickly in search of the Alchemist’s symbol. Chucking useless books to the side as he moved to the next. Several copies referenced rune magic, but that was too weak for his needs. He chucked them in his satchel nonetheless. He would steal all this mans knowledge that he felt was helpful.

His frustration grew as he began smashing objects around the mans hut and ripping the bookshelf from the wall. Crashing beneath him he dissolved a piece of parchment scribbled on it were some sort of language. Devon moved to the pile of books on the ground for anything resembling these symbols. Finding the pages he was searching for he ran to the table and pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill and quickly deciphered the letter.

Dear Aniston,

It has been far too long since we have spoke my old friend. I know you are in some danger and I will offer my services to protect you. I’ve entrusted a power to aid you. I hope it helps prevent the future you have foreseen.


Dedric of Draconi.

Devon stared blankly at the pages with the complete acidity of anger. Spite burned inside him like a fire. Looking around he quickly realized the old man was gone. He had fallen for their trap and now his life was in danger.

“You must be Devon?” A voice bellowed around him. The rumbling blasted in his eardrum. Pulling his hands to his heads in desperation as he fell to the ground in agony.

“Who are you?” Devon cried out in pain.

“My name is Daragog I am here to put your reign of terror to an end. I’ve come to silence you Devon, silence what you will become. Terrorize you into submission so the path you decide to take will not impact the very world you are living in. I’ve come to kill you,” the voice boomed as the hut began to shake.

“No! You do not understand the chaos I live with you cannot stop me. My goals will come to light, I will slay whatever you are and use you as a stepping stone to my great future!” Devon said standing up as trickles of blood dripped from his ears.

“Then your body will be laid before me as a sacrifice to my god!” It laughed as the roof exploded.

Inside crawled a mass of black fur. Claws and teeth shining through the settling debris. It stood nine feet tall and oozed out of the small hut. It’s drool dripping acid by his feet. Devon took a step back and leaned over to grab the sword that he had dropped. He rose it high into the air and took a step forward.

“You humans are such foolish creatures, wishing for death, begging for the very extinguish of your souls. Pitiful disgusting creatures, the lot of you!” It snarled as it rushed at Devon.

Pulling his sword high he struck the creature, blasting it to the ground, an explosion of stone littered the skies.

“How?” It cried in agony.

“Barbarian magic,” Devon said through gritted teeth.

On his hands glowed a pair of gloves a rune etched into the leather, magic pouring from his hands as he gripped the sword.

“You cannot be a barbarian? You are a tiny little cockroach, something to be stepped on, something to be crushed!” It screamed as it stood up, towering high again.

“I’m so sick of people saying that, I know I’ve disappointed so many people and my life and I will do something about it! I will be remembered. I will see the Alchemist ways and put an end to the retched world that we have become. I will smite all that stand in my ways!” Devon cried out as he leapt into the air.

A feeling of power whelmed inside him as the air propelled him forward. He brought the sword down with an unlikely force slicing the beast in two. The beasts cries echoed the land as it began to dissipate into a black smoke. Devon stood still, in complete awe of what he had just done. Where did that power come from?

Suddenly the world around him began to turn into a fog. Black smoke rushed around him, a wave of burning putrid air filed his nose. He looked around anxiously as the world melted from his view. Crumpling to his knees he looked at the hut he had invaded. It was in perfect shape. The door the only thing that stood out. He was crouched on it as he stood up in confusion.

“How?” The old man cried out as he fell to the ground.

“What happened?” Devon cried angrily, “was that magic, did you trick me?”

“It was supposed to scare you, alter your mental state to decide to change your own paths. It was to encourage your brilliant feats and dilute those to do harm. How did you escape? How do you have the power to do that?” The sage cried out helplessly.

“You can’t save me,” Devon said as he thrust his blade into the old man. Blood oozed from the wound as the man went limp beneath him.

Flash Fiction


Derek sat at the bar, tapping away furiously on the table. The speakeasy was busy tonight, not something Derek liked. Suddenly the doors were thrown open and in pushed three people in long white jackets. Great, Derek sighed, now the Artesian police force was strolling in. Hopefully they would overlook him. He really didn’t feel like starting another fight tonight.

‘Keep them coming,” Derek ordered the bartender. She strode over, her long black hair and busty frame oozing from her tight top. Her beautiful eyes a glimmering blue as it hit the candlelight.

“This is your fifth one tonight Derek, don’t you want to take it easy?” She asked carefully.

“Don’t worry, I’m staying upstairs in the inn, I’m not going very far. Have those fancy jackets help me out tonight if you need,” Derek laughed.

The busty bartender furnished another rum and coke and just shook her head. The three jackets started heading in her direction and she knew she was about to deal with some stupid shit.

“Good evening bar wench, how is it going?” One of the white jackets jested.

He was a scrawny looking guy. Very bone thin. His hair was a messy chocolate and his eyes a dark blue. On his jacket was the long coat insignia.

“The name is Gerald, and if you need someone to escort you home tonight. I’d be glad to do it, just invite me in and we will have some fun,” Gerald laughed trying to show off for his partners.

The other one was a bit burly, buzz cut hair and a chiseled jaw. His eyes bore into me as he looked over. The third one had wandered off to see what kind of women were hanging out this evening. He was tall and average. Black hair smoothed back like a ladies talker.

“These are my pals Trevor, the muscle, and Matt, the stylist, we are pretty adventurous guys so you know, if you are looking for something out of the ordinary. We’ve got what you need,” Gerald continued, obviously ignoring her signs of disinterest.

“Who might you be civilian?” Trevor asked accusingly.

“My name is Derek, what can I do for you? Looking to bum a few drinks before you collect their rent?” Derek said through gritted teeth,

“My you’re quite the dirtbag huh? You do realize I could arrest you for any reason at all and keep you for as long as I want right. I’d be more on the civil side if I was you!” Trevor said with his voice laced with bragger.

“Leave him be, he’s just another piece of shit that ended up here, and besides he’s not all wrong. How about we open a tab, take a little off the rent for you?” Gerald said with a wink.

It was not needed however, the longcoats collected all the funds for the village. Every bill that needed paying and the rent that needed to be collected. They basically ran the place. Ever since the poor revolution they had early the king of Artesia granted them a boost in their ruling. Basically reporting directly to one of his board any sort of issue that felt was important enough to mention.

“Yes sure, what do you need? You know these are like 3 bits apiece right?” She smirked as each one pointed at the beer keg.

“Not even a patriotic discount, disappointing,” Gerald smiled as he pulled out a slip of parchment. On the very top was the longcoat insignia and anything written by quill on it, was official. He scribbled our beer quickly and put three lines next to it and slipped it to her.

“See you around Derek,” Trevor poked as he stepped towards the crowded tables.

“Fucking longcoats I tell you, always pushing around their power thinking they are all great. Stupid bastards. We could overpower each of them right now!” The bartender said disgusted.

“Careful now Lilly, I think that is treason,” Derek laughed.

Flash Fiction

The Trigger

He came home drunk that night. Thats nothing unusual. He collects his shit paycheck and goes to the bar every Friday night. He grabs one two many and stumbles home. Usually the mom takes most of it. He will hit her and force himself on her and it would always be out of the eyes of little ones. Derek and his step sister, Kristi could not be bothered with such disturbing images. Derek would sneak and check on Kristi to make sure she is still sleeping so she doesn’t have to hear his maniac episodes. Derek knew though, as he did everything. A little slip here and there, almost like he had some sort of psychic abilities. He could feel the emotions rising and falling.

Derek got accustomed to this though, he knew if he was to try and do anything his mom would just push him away, like she always does.

“Go to bed sweeting, mom and daddy are just playing!” She would smile, forced and broken it would be.

Derek would obey, he never really knew why. At 13 I guess, you really don’t know what to do in a situation like that. He’s taken his dad before, tried to get him to just go and sleep it off. Run to the garage and take his frustrations out on the punching bag. He would never succeed. Travis, the dad, would always just beat him to a red mess too. It was easy for him. A slow moving target. Derek would take each and every hit though. Even if it was just to soften the blow for his mother.

One night though, the unthinkable happened. Something that Derek, for some reason, could just not let go. Stumbling through that door like he always does. He headed for Kristi’s room. Derek didn’t know why, thought wishfully for a moment to give her a soft kiss goodnight. Derek just laid in bed listening to his chaotic footsteps and thing for a blissful moment thats all it would be. With a big smile on his face he decided to let go of the charade. Stepping out onto the soft carpet he would creep up on them.

Travis was leaned over her, rocking back and forth slightly, barely able to hold his balance. He pulled her covers down. Then he went for her PJ pants next. Derek really couldn’t grasp the situation. It was too unthinkable for something of that magnitude to come out of the scumbag. Derek sat in awe for only a moment. Once he pulled off her panties. Her tiny little butt in full view of the disgusting man. That was when Derek lost it.

All his life he has known something else resided inside him. Some kind of lost soul, or compass of sorts. He spent so much of his life just wanting to keep everyone safe. Going in the boxing ring happily for anyone. Just to soften their blow for them. He felt the anger boiling inside him. He didn’t know that it was even this possible to feel this much frustration. His heart caving at the very notion of what could be happening.

Travis reached his ginormous hands and as gently as a drunk man could touched her butt ever so slightly. Kristi’s eyes were about to open, Derek could feel it. He could not let her see this. This was too much. Too awful. She did not deserve this. No one did. So Derek jumped right into that battle ring again but this time. Something came with him.

Ripping his drunk fathers hands from barely touching her, Derek shoved him out the door. The man weighed roughly 190 lbs of pure muscle and beer belly. Derek was 13, barely 100 pounds. He rushed that man out of her room faster than he knew what was going on. It all became a haze then, but he could remember it. Almost like looking through a foggy window at a horror film.

Light swallowed Derek’s body. His arms pulsed with power as he dragged the man down the hallway. The carpet barely resisting his tug. Travis went in for a couple punches but felt nothing but air. Like a shield had suddenly swallowed the boy whole. He began to scream and swear, words slurred massively as he tried to show off his foul vocabulary. Derek kept pulling he no longer cared what he said, blocked him out as he tossed him down their stairs.

The mother came rushing out for the crash, screaming in confusion. Looking over at her son who was now swallowed in some sort of translucent blue light. Her heart shuddered, as if Satan himself had appeared to her that night. Grabbing the ginormous man who was aching and hurting, Derek dragged him to the front door.

Tossing the man into the snowy evening air he screamed at him. His voice laced with malice.

“You are to go. I never want to see you again. Your hands will never touch the innocent again!”

Shuddering at the sheer volume of his screaming, the mother tried to rush his step-sister back into her bed. Trying to sweeten the tone with lies.

“They’re just playing! Go back to sleep,” she would say, as convincing as she could.

Derek kept punching the man though. He could not stop, the power coursed through his veins as he did it. Punching and screaming terror filling the evening air. Finally when Derek decided he had enough, there in the small dusting of snow laid the very incarnation of disgust. Battered and bruised. Blood oozing from his broken nose, his cut lip, and the scratches that magically appeared on his body. Derek laughed, a laugh he could not fathom. Laced with pleasure and pain he turned to his mother as she peeked out the door. Her eyes filled with tears. The light vaporized. Steam rising from his flesh. He had made his point. And now he was terrified of it.