Category: Friday Fiction

  • Coldessi Park, Part 7

    The eight huddled together against the wall of a graffiti-covered underpass. Bern would tell them later that he and his skater friends regularly hung out here. The bare concrete cave was quiet now. Nothing but the wind and what they hoped was the distant rumble of thunder.

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  • Coldessi Park, Part 6

    Bern yelled and swung his skateboard at the empty air for a few more moments before collapsing, exhausted. Mia also sank to her knees. She stared at her hands, silent, mouth agape.

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  • Coldessi Park, Part 5

    Sakari, Nico, and Shavonne met the charging dogs and attacked them with sword, fist, and improvised whip. The dog Sakari struck bit his arm in retaliation. Bern join in, swinging his skateboard, while unsuccessfully dodging a crow.

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  • Coldessi Park, Part 4

    They ran toward the edge of town. The street they’d been following led them into the parking lot of an electrical power plant.

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  • Coldessi Park, Part 3

    A large gust of wind blew through the park, nearly shoving everyone off their feet. The wind that followed after it wasn’t much kinder. They soon realized that that first gust was the vanguard of a storm.

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  • Coldessi Park, Part 2

    It was 2:50pm when the group walked through the wrought iron gate marking the entrance to Coldessi Park. Two small spotlights illuminated the metal sign arching over the gate that bore the park’s name. They followed the bending sand and gravel path through the tangled hedges that separated the park from the city.

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  • Coldessi Park, Part 1

    “Arrived at Coldessi Boulevard,” the recorded woman announced.

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  • Friday Flash 16: Madame Carmine’s Advice

    Madame Carmine consulted the astrological charts spread out on the desk in front of her as she scribbled some kind of arcane math on a notepad. Avery nervously tapped his heel against the leg of his chair. If his superiors knew how he was spending his lunch break…

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  • On the Red Line, Part 8

    The scenery outside the train brightened as it ascended on elevated tracks toward Mason Plaza. The city spread around and beneath them like a well filled with warm electric lights.

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  • On the Red Line, Part 7

    As the train sped away from Broad Street station, David realized that there was no use in lying anymore. Bern knew too much. It made no difference whether the rest believed him or not. He had to tell the truth. “Now headed toward Nielsen Quay. Next stop: Mason Plaza,” the recording announced. David began, “Mia,…

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