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Here's a link to my story They're Going to Die. It's about the results of bad parenting.

my story is about letting go. I entitled it Alternative Me

Undercover is my flash 500 story! please enjoy and leave any comments!


My entry, Hay Fever, is a story of betrayal and revenge.  Enjoy!

My link is now in the right place. A story of love and betrayal....http://99fiction.net/profiles/blogs/hay-fever. Enjoy!

My first Flash500 entry is here:


It's called 'Cloak & Dagger'

After a bit of repartee with Jem over on twitter I'd announced to the world that I was going to do a horror (natch) and a romance!

This started as a romance! It honestly did. Then it changed. Now I don't know what it is but I tagged it as sci-fi because, unconsciously, it has a bit of Gilliam's 'Twelve Monkeys' about it. Well, it does to me at least.

I hope you like it. I STILL have 2 to write then...


I got a ride from a man. One step up onto his diesel i noticed a man with earrings, a shaved head, and red eyes. I am not sure I could call them earrings as they covered the entire of his ears, one right after the other. Not stopping nor yielding there. 2 steps up into his diesel truck, the rings as they are no longer of the ear but of the throat. Posts mainly, all of different sizes and styles. A crocodile with his mouth wide open caught my eye for what would be the duration of the trip. And still the "rings"as they shall now be called, showered down his throat only to catch his collar bone. Alto, I screamed in thought, but the rings ran on. By the third and my final step up, down his arm the rings ran on only then did they stop at the tip of his middle finger. As I leaned up, from the seat now, casually yet determined--I found what I had known all along. Like twins--Like Xerox copies--the other side was the same. Too late to go back too early to see what was to come. I simply smiled at my pierced driver as the pedal hit the floor.

Horns, Horns, oh shit he has horns. Three to be exact. Sharp as needles. Could out an eye or kill a cockroach in a corner. But ride I did with the devils token in my hand and Sprocket at the wheel.

I arrived in Kentucky still luggage to bare. Sprocket dropped me off--I'll never know where. My landing was dirty,dust all over. I couldn't help but think was Dorthy in the corner.
C.C. Rocker...

Hi everyone, 

This is a link to my speculative fiction piece "The Man I Buried", a bittersweet romantic story.  

Check out my entry - One Nation. http://99fiction.net/profiles/blogs/one-nation-500-flash-fiction-entry

A time of turmoil and hope. 


John powers the automobile into traffic, happy that he finished dinner with his girl friend's parents because of his disdain for them since he discovered their secret.
"Slow down," Joyce says.
"What was that your father whispered to you while we were leaving the restaurant?" John asks.
"He wanted to remind me about something," she says.
"What?" he asks. He probably wanted to know if he found out about them.
"Something that happened in the past."
"When you were a kid?"
Her stare questions his words. "No, when I was married to Robert," she says.
Surprised by her answer he asks. "What?"
"I thought I saw him in the restaurant but it wasn’t him. Dad wanted to tell me that."
"Why would your father want you to know that?"
She sighs. "Robert had a mesmerizing affect on me and he used it with meanness. And, then, he would patch up that meanness with false kindness until he was ready to do another mean thing to me."
She never mentioned a Robert to him even after a few dates.
"Dad saw that meanness in him and told me but I was too much in love with Robert to listen to him."
He coughs to clear his throat to ask. "How mean was this Robert?"
"It was my goal in life to make him happy and when I did not meet that goal, I was thrashed."
"I was beaten on my ass with a belt like a child," she says.
He thought her parents were abusive after seeing the faint scars
"But, you said that happened during your childhood," he says.
"I said it happened a long time ago and I didn’t want to talk about." She stops to wipe away teardrops.
Yes she did say that he recalls.
"I was dead to my family, everyone else but him; he told me. He put so much fear into me. I was too afraid to leave him even to run to my parents."
"How did you leave him?"
"It was an accident; a drunk truck driver crashed into his car, hurt his insides real bad. I called Dad. He came and told me this was my chance to escape; to leave Robert and come back home to him and Mom and that day was the last time I saw Robert."
"That guy in the restaurant was it Robert?"
"Dad reminded me that Robert was dead."
"But that guy?"
"Someone who looked like Robert."
"Is your father sure?"
"Dad kept going to the hospital to check on him and one night Robert died." END


Here's a link to Unfinished Business - a story about cell memory as a result of a donated organ

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