Sunday, December 11, 2011


I have a new flash fiction story to offer you folks. Finally. After doing Nanowrimo, and other projects, I realized how much I missed my flash fiction. They keep the pot stirred, so to speak, and are like a taser to the ol' creative jugular. 

Without further ado, here we go. Enjoy!


The rain fell as a mist, sticking to Stew Boy’s skin. The grime slicked down his stubbled cheeks. He reached up absently and wiped at it, smearing black streaks across his jaw. He sat on the cold cement sidewalk, his back up against an unforgiving wall.

His craving had become uncomfortable a few hours ago. He wouldn’t make it through the night without starting the tremors and sickness if he didn’t get his fix.
Grabbing a piece of newspaper from beside him, Stew Boy draped it over his head to shield his face from the rain.

He dozed off for a few hours, and woke up to the feeling that he was going to be sick. He turned his head just in time to begin retching on the sidewalk. He missed himself, but the spams racked his body, causing him to jerk and shake.

In between bouts, he felt something grab his shoulder rough. His eyes were watering, and his vision blurred, but he barely made out the silhouette of something running fast down the end of the alley. On the ground beside him was a piece of folded paper.

Stew Boy picked it up, and found this note inside:
            You need it, we got it.
            Go to 11753 Harlan

Once the sickness had passed, he got to his feet, and began to stumble down the alley. Harlan wasn’t too far away, but something in his gut was telling him not to go. Twice he stopped, ready to turn back, but his body was steadily detoxing, and he needed, no, he wanted the drugs.

By the time he reached Harlan, his hands were shaking so bad they kept coming out of his pockets. Blinking back tears, he struggled to see the numbers on the old, decrepit buildings.


It hurt so bad.


His legs didn’t want to cooperate.


Stew Boy groaned with each step. He would be crawling if it was much longer.
His toe stumbled on a crack in the sidewalk, causing him to fall to his knees. His pants ripped, and blood ran fresh down his leg.

Crumpled up, he lay on the sidewalk; his body contorted in the fetal position, crying so hard there was a trail of snot running down his lip.

After a few minutes, he lifted his head to see that 11753 was one house away.

Stew Boy got to his feet for what he hoped was the last time that night and limped to the old house.

The windows were boarded up, and most of their glass was missing. There was spray painting on the sides of the house.

Pushing at the front door that was barely hanging on the hinges, it popped right open with a loud squeak.

The inside was worse than the outside, if that was possible. The floor was speckled with holes, and in between, the floorboards were thin and dangerous.

He lumbered as carefully as he could through the house, poking his head into each of the rooms. Finding nothing, he scoffed that he could have been so stupid to begin with.

His shaking started to get bad again, and his heart was pounding.

Stew Boy noticed there was one door that was closed.

He went to it and tried to turn the knob. It didn’t budge. The door itself was warm.

Stew Boy was desperate, and threw himself at the door repeatedly.

Finally it opened with a crash, throwing him out of balance. He held onto the door to keep from falling.

It was very dark inside, moist and warm.

He paused trying to see anything, but his eyes wouldn’t adjust.

Feeling his way back, he reached for the wall to get a grasp on the room itself. His hand touched something wet and slimy. He recoiled as a reaction.

“Don’t go,” a deep voice croaked.

“What the hell?” said Stew Boy, his eyes straining at the dark.

The doorknob jerked out of his hand and the door slammed shut.

Stew Boy yelped.

A wet sound started to fill the room.

Stew Boy reached into his pocket and found a lighter. He flicked it and squinted.

The walls were moving.

They were wet, red, and moving, all at once, in vertical lines, like rippling, wet tubes.

He held the light out, moving around in circles. His breath came out in short gasps as he took in the scene.

Quickly he started to look for the door, and thinking he might have found it, he lunged forward.

The wall in front of him started to bubble outward. A head and face grew.

It was in Stew Boy’s face now. Small, red eyes and a mouth opened simultaneously.

A loud scream came from it. Before he could make a sound, the head lifted up, and came down directly on top of Stew Boy.

It began to swallow him whole, gulping him in like a snake.

The walls stirred more quickly, erratically.

Stew Boy was but a lump in the tube on the wall that was attached to the head, which started to recede back into the other lines. The lump moved down. All of the lines trailed down the walls, to the floor, where there was a large hole.

They pulsed into the hole, and the lump that was Stew Boy was pushed down into the darkness.

Far away screams came forth from the hole.

Faces began to come out of the walls.

In the midst of the moving walls, a man stood near the corner, his face wet.

A piece of paper fell from his hand to the floor.

Beside the man a new face formed from the wall.

Stew Boy opened his new, red eyes, his mouth unhinging in a hideous grin.


  1. Another great one, reminds me of a Doctor Who episode.

  2. Thank you so much, Phil! That's a great compliment to be likened to Doctor Who. It's always so nice to see you here. :)


  3. نقل عفش بمكه المكرمه
    نقل العفش عندما يتم على أيدي المتخصصين فأنه لن يتعرض إلى التلف والاذي وداخل شركة نقل عفش بمكة نعمل على توفير سيارات خاصة لنقل كل أنواع قطع الأثاث التي تتواجد في المنازل والفنادق والشركات والمستشفيات فتلك السيارات مساحتها مناسبة وتتوافر بأحجام متنوعة منها المتوسط ومنها الفان الكبيرة وقد تم العمل على عزلها تماما ضد إي من عوامل الطقس حتى يتم الحفاظ على العفش بداخلها وأيضا عملينا على توفير طاقم قيادة عالي الجودة وحاصل على رخصة قيادة من الدرجة الأولي حتى يكون على دراية بكل إرشادات النقل عزيزي العمل إذا تواصلت معنا سوف تحصل على افضل الأسعار .

  4. شركة تنظيف كنب بالبخار بجدة
    شركة تنظيف بالبخار بجدة خدمة متميزة واحترافية كبيرة في التعامل مع كل أنواع الكنب في كل مكان، فمما لا شك فيه أن الكنب يمثل ركناً مهمًا في أي بيت أو أي مجلس أو أي مكتب، ولهذا يحرص الجميع على البقاء عليه نظيفًا براقاً، فالنظافة تعطي إحساساً كبيراً بالراحة والهدوء ومن أكبر المشكلات التي تواجه الجميع عندما يتعرض الكنب بمكوناته المختلفة لأي نوع من أنواع الاتساخ أو التراب أو الغبار، فماذا تقدم شركة تنظيف كنب بالبخار بجدة؟ اتصل بنا الان لتتعرف على خدماتنا