Case Dismissed ~ Flash Fiction

April 25th, 2013 by Theresa

“Ready to make your statement?”

The prisoner sat up in his seat, chains jingling.  He wiped his split lip on his sleeve then spat a glob of bloody mucus to the floor.

“I’ll take that as a yes.  Prisoner 12432, please tell the court the events that contributed to the death of Renard Belgier and his associates?”

The prisoner leaned forward to the microphone clearing his throat.  “I was provoked.”

The courtroom became a hub of hushed conversations.  The Judge’s gavel banged a few times to regain control of the room. With a wave of the instrument, he prompted me to continue.

“Please, Prisoner 12432, explain? We all would like to know what happened.”

The prisoner’s dark  gaze shot through me. “I’ll tell what went down.  That damn vampire snatched me and my sister off the street. He drained Kelli before my eyes. His little pals? They chewed on the meat of my only kin to get every last drop of blood out. And as they let me watch, you know what they said? ‘Nothing personal, kid. We just needed a snack.’  The rage sang through my veins and I blacked out.”

“As you can see, Your Honor,” I continued turning back to the judge. “My client is a latent berserker. He’s no a threat to society – unprovoked, that is.”

The judge rolled his eyes. “Prisoner 12432,  now known as Ian Richmond,  we find you innocent of murder.  We reduce your sentence to time served. Case dismissed.”

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Don’t Miss ~ Flash Fiction

March 25th, 2013 by Theresa

“I don’t think so!” Julia snatched her purse from the security guard at the doors of the capital building.  Desperation seeped through her mind.  The job had to get done tonight. If not, the werewolves holding her sister captive would have Cindy for dinner, literally.  “I will not submit to this indignity!”

“Ma’am?” The guard said trying to placate her. “It’s standard procedure. Everyone gets searched for weapons.” He tried to smile gesturing for her purse.

“I will not stand here and get felt up by your goons like I’m common thug!”   She prayed that the guard would dismiss her as too much trouble to deal with.

“I see,” said the guard. “Won’t you step this way behind the screen, then?” Julia’s heart sank. Still she stalked over to the screened area. Once there, she glared at the man.  “Now. What’s in the bag?”

“It’s uh…personal,” she hedged.

“Got  five sisters.  Nothing shocks me.  So, really, what’s in the bag?”

Shoulders sagging she set down the purse. The guard walked over to it and looked inside. Cindy was dead now.  No way that the guard would let her in with a wooden stake meant for the feebly insane vampire Mayor.

The guard looked in the purse then back to Julia with a frown.  “Thank you for your cooperation, ma’am,” he said loudly.  He held out her purse and smiled.  Julia snatched it back. “The Mayor will be in his office alone for the next twenty minutes,” he whispered. “Don’t miss.”


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Going Hunting ~ Flash Fiction

January 11th, 2013 by Theresa

“The first time I met her was in the woods.” Jeb checked the sight on his rifle. Once satisfied, he loaded it carefully.

“Yeah? What she promise you?” Sully watched his brother warily. The woman in the woods had a reputation for making promises and delivering – for a price. Jeb smiled coldly. Sully manoeuvred his wheelchair from behind his desk to face his brother at the gun safe. “Jeb? What the hell man? What she promise you?”

“Nothing I wanted. Nothing she could give me.”

Sully swore. “That ain’t an answer, man. You know damn well she ain’t no witch or shaman. She’s a demon!” He wheeled his chair behind Jeb to block his way. “What did you give your soul for? For me to walk again? For Mom and Dad to come back from the grave?  What?”

Jeb just smiled coldly again. He knelt down to look his brother in the eye. “She offered to bring back Lisa.”

Sully sat stunned. Lisa was beyond gone. No one could bring her back. Jeb’s wife had sold her soul long ago to another demon in an effort to save her husband from the ravages of cancer.

“I asked to think about it.” Jeb stood and dug in his pocket pulling out a pouch. “Talked to a few witches, holy people and shamans. Gonna take care of this problem once and for all. Sealing the portal tonight.”

“And the demon?” Sully watched his brother stand. Jeb just smiled again.

“I’m going hunting.”



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Wake The World ~ Flash Fiction

November 27th, 2012 by Theresa

The squad of armed soldiers ghosted into the lab.  Dr. Zhung followed the team after they cleared the room.  She ran to the last functioning computer terminal. There had to be something here to tell them why the world went crazy overnight.

“Here!” She hissed to the team leader.  “I’ve got the last recording!” Quickly she played the video. While it started she downloaded the contents of every drive still connected to the terminal to her laptop. Eerily, the image of her late husband appeared on the screen. His voice chilled her to the bone.

“Project Goodnight has been taken over by Dr. Aubin.  I am fully against his involvement in this. He says he’s doing the right thing by weaponizing  my dream technology.  The fool.  Right now, I’m not so sure that testing it in mental hospitals and prisons across the globe was a good idea.  If you’re seeing this I’m dead. You either are my ex-wife or you know her.  I loved you Zee.  Download everything and fix this.  If none of the schematics make sense, there’s only one thing you should know. They’re dreaming Zee, awake and dreaming their worst nightmares. Wake them up.”

The video ended. Dr. Zhung felt tears fall then dashed them away.  “I’ve got it all,” she announced. “Let’s get back to base.”  None dared speak until they were in the van and safe.

“What’s the plan?” asked the squad leader softly.

“I wake the world,” she growled. “Time to rise and shine.”



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