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Kristington

Body Painter • Writer • Actor • Editor • Director • Perpetual Dabbler

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    Flash Fiction: Words of Crepuscule

    Lunacy

    They call them loons because the only time they can be seen is during a full moon. At least, that’s what most people think. But Sheila and I, we had heard the laughs and cries at night, the ones most people think are animals or maybe the wind. Andy didn’t believe us when we told […]

    Raven

    Her head cocked to the side. She was clad all in black, ruffles spilling out from her like feathers. “What have you come for?” she asked, her voice a high song. There was a skittering in the back and it broke the spell of her gaze. I looked to the source of the sound, below […]

    Gum

    Anderson picked at the gum stuck to the bottom of her shoe. Great. This investigation was going swimmingly so far. It was bad enough she had dropped a glass in the sink and had to pick the pieces out this morning, bad enough that she hit every red light on the way to the office. […]

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    I was lost – I was certain then. I’d refused to believe it at first. And for the next three hours. But after the fifty-millionth turn into an alley I couldn’t avoid no matter how hard I’d tried, it was time to admit the truth. I was absolutely and irrevocably lost. I dropped my bag […]

    Flake

    This house has always echoed. The walls are almost completely bare. We never invested in carpet. Don’t ask me why my very minimalist and utilitarian father moved us into a Victorian manor. I’ve been trying to answer that question to myself for years. When there’s nothing to suck up the sound, you hear everything. Every […]

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