Cassie ( a 300-word freaky flash fiction short story) by Oren Shafir

Although my flat was tiny, I could observe all of humanity six flights below on the walking street. It was as though the black cloud of winter had dissipated overnight and the entire country had converged to feel the sun and gawk at each other below me.

Last Train (a 250-word freaky flash fiction horror story) by Oren Shafir

He didn't have to hurry, but he was walking fast because it was the last train. Not that he felt like slowing down anyway. Every week he got the same sinking feeling in his gut as he approached that dark, shadowy tunnel. 

Capuccino (5-min. video)

This freaky flash fiction story is brought to you in the form of an entertaining little 5-min film with a kick at the end. Enjoy. 

 

A Perfect Circle (a 250-word suspense flash fiction short story) by Oren Shafir

This old gorilla named Samson ruled the band for like I don’t know how many years. Then this horny little fucker called Tonto kicks the shit out of him till he nearly dies. Then the TV loses the signal again, goddamn it.

I get up and look around. Whitey is sitting at a table doin something, and I sit next to him. He’s reading some magazine.

“Where did you get that pen?” I ask him. “We’re not allowed to have pens in here.”

“You afraid I’m gonna hurt ya?” he asks.

This Is How It Feels (A 100-word freaky flash fiction story) by Oren Shafir

I never intended this, but she just wouldn't acknowledge what she'd put me through. She picked up her phone and started scrolling. She ignored me. She looked at the clock, the door. Her eyes were darting everywhere.

Mask (an 800-word Halloween flash fiction horror story) by Oren Shafir

There were no mirrors, but Frank could feel that the cut in his cheek was both wet and deep.

Lou’s words were running around his head: 'There is no right and wrong, just winners and losers.  When you understand that, you'll be free.'

The Pretender (a 100-word flash fiction horror story ) by Oren Shafir

How could I prove that I wasn't crazy when I was the only one who could see it -- the only one who could see that it was something alien: a parasite, an imposter, a pretender. And I had to get rid of it.

I went through it all in my head again as I hiked to the remote spot where I would abandon it. They had tried to tell me that something was wrong with her, but I knew it wasn't her at all. Something had taken her place. Still, as I left it there underneath the cypress tree I had to look away because, after all, it did look exactly like my baby girl.

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Love letter (a 500-word flash fiction suspense story) by Oren Shafir

Celia my love,

´Photo by Zahra Pedersen 

If you’re reading this now, then I am dead. Since you were blocking my calls and emails, I had to figure out a way to get through. You see whenever I put my mind to something, I can make it happen.

Learning to Count (a 700-word) flash fiction suspense story by Oren Shafir

Miss Chandler hears herself counting and the numbers dance before her eyes.The bed begins to spin. She wants to steady herself, but The IV in her arm stops her from stretching. She is not in control. 

“Good honey. This is just something to help you relax before the anesthesiologist gets here,” the nurse says.

Miss Chandler must regain control. She closes her eyes and sees herself: young again, in charge, in her classroom, helping one of her young students learn to count.

The Geek (a 700-word flash fiction story) by Oren Shafir

They knew I didn’t do it because I was in Phoenix with my Dad that week and didn’t get back till the day after vacation ended. In other words, the day after the locker bomb went off, and Schuler and Davis were killed. But they think I’m the next geek who might get inspired and decide to blow up some jocks, or even worse, some cheerleaders. They knew what the jocks almost did to me, and after what I said at the assembly, they were all over me.

The Closed Door (a 400-word freaky flash fiction story) by Oren Shafir

A cloud covered the moon, and the room darkened. I’d been so busy trying to clean up before Mom got home that I hadn’t had time to reflect. But the adrenaline rush was completely gone now, and it seemed like it was someone else earlier and not me. Part of me wished Bob were still alive, and we could all be a family together. Part of me knew that was right, the way it was supposed to be. But I had an image of myself with my feet hanging over the edge of my bed listening to Mom and Bob behind her closed door. I sometimes thought I would explode – when that door was closed.  

Dina's Smile (a 450-word freaky flash fiction story) by Oren Shafir

Later, after she was raped by Shechem, I was the one Dina sought out for comfort.

That first time I comforted her, though,  she was around four, and I was around 12. Simeon had accidently hit her with a rock above her left eye. The women stopped the bleeding with some shepherds-purse. Then they passed her around like a loaf of bread, each one trying her own trick to soothe her: something sweet, a rocking motion, a rattling noise, even a breast. But still she wailed her heartbreaking tones.