Good Morning, Good Morning! (a 200-word freaky flash fiction suspense short story) by Oren Shafir

My eyes snap open, and I can tell right away by the tone of the light that it's exactly 6 a.m. I sit up swinging my bare feet in an arc off the bed to the floor. I can feel the energy of life. It will not be one of those days. 

Something's Off (a 500-word freaky flash fiction horror story) by Oren Shafir

Is it my conscience telling me to do something with my life? Choose a path other than the easiest one for a change? A compromise becomes a little white lie, which becomes a deception, which becomes a way of life. Pretty soon, even I don’t know what is real and what is not.

Murder for Breakfast (a 300 word flash fiction story) by Oren Shafir

Originally published in Dead by Dawn Vol 3, Edited by Adele Hartley

Ed crashes into his chair – waves of body fat jiggling from the jowls of his neck and arms down to his belly, thighs and calves – and demands coffee; Janet thumps a mug of the scolding liquid next to his plate.

Joel Got Fat (a 300-word flash fiction story) by Oren Shafir

Joel knew that if he went to lie down, he wouldn't be waking up this time. Mom had put something in the enchiladas.

She had begun preparing them - with six green peppers, a kilo of diced chicken, chipotle chiles seeded and minced and finely chopped red onions, all wrapped in corn tortillas with strips of sour cream, 12 halved green olives and melted cheddar cheese on top – two day's ago.

Straight-edged razor (a 600 word freaky flash fiction horror story) by Oren Shafir

Bob woke from his afternoon nap looking at the reproduction of Georgia O’Keefes' human skull -- with its shattered teeth and empty black eye sockets staring at him -- and for a second, he wondered where the hell he was.

Then he remembered; this was his new home. He peeled himself away from the sweaty sheets. The first thing he was going to do was to fix that damn air-conditioner.

Setting Momma Free (a 500-word freaky flash fiction horror story) by Oren Shafir

(Originally published in issue 7 of the Heavy Glow print anthology in 2006)

Momma was bleeding from her head around the left eyebrow. But as usual, Derek made her sit in her chair at the kitchen table. He'd go out and come back with the key that he kept in the bottom drawer of the desk in his study. Same place he kept his whiskey. I knew cause I snuck in and drank some once. Just enough to see what it was like, but not enough that he'd notice. Then, he'd come back with the key and open the glass case on the wall by the window and stand over her, behind her, with his Colt .45. And he'd talk about what she'd done wrong. Explain to her like a disappointed father.

Daddy Isn't Dead (a 100-word freaky flash fiction short story) by Oren Shafir

Was it normal that Jonathon still talked to his Daddy? Janice wasn't sure of anything anymore. Ever since the accident, she felt as though she were floating. Even her little boy seemed visitant and distant. 

Nickie (a 500-word freaky flash fiction story)

”We have to eat the dog.”

Danny just stared at Hans like he wanted to kill him.

Finally he said, “I hate your fucking mustache.”

On Halloween (A 70-word freaky flash fiction story) by Oren Shafir

After the kids stopped coming to the door, I fell asleep in your room. In a dream, you appeared fully grown–your silhouette pushing against the frosted window pane.

Good China (a 120-word freaky flash fiction story) by Oren Shafir

It wasn't that you said you were leaving. Why darling, if anything, that finally showed that you have some mettle. It certainly wasn't that you said were leaving for one of your students.

Dark Thoughts (a 100-word freaky flash fiction horror story) by Oren Shafir

"Honey is everything alright?" she calls from the kitchen.



Before I even knew what was happening, I'd jumped out of my chair knocking my glass off the table. It landed with a thud leaving a clear liquid streak across the light hardwood floor.



I can feel my heart pumping. A breeze from the open window. The hair on my arm. What do I do next?



Her baby is crawling on the ledge. I remain still.

Bloodstained Valentine (a 400-word freaky flash fiction story) by Oren Shafir

I can't sleep yet. Just as I nearly nod off, something tickles the tips of my fingers, and my eyes jolt open to face the glaring red eyes of a fat fucking rat. I'm not dead, I scream. But after it scurries off, I realize I owe it a thanks for waking me. Even though, it would be so easy just to close my heavy eyes. But I can’t. I need to answer your card first. Your bloody valentine card. 

I Dream the Future (a 300-word freaky flash fiction story) by Oren Shafir

I watch Teddy sleeping. His cheeks, almost translucent, are glowing. His fair hair, fine as feathers, is sprawled across the Spiderman pillowcase, and his small fingers are curled up into a fist. He giggles in his sleep, and it makes me laugh out loud. Watching him. Just watching him sleep is pure joy. I envy him his dreams though.

Martha's Throat (a 300-word flash fiction horror story) by Oren Shafir

Even as I called her name, I knew something horrible had happened.

Hitcher (a 500-word freaky flash fiction story) by Oren Shafir

Anyone else would have sped right by the big man, but not him. Everyone is God, Charlie thought: me, the children, even this hitchhiker.

Laughing with the Dead (a 600-word Halloween flash fiction short story) by Oren Shafir

In my country, cemeteries are just like parks, she says.

Lately, she’s started calling it her country, like she didn’t leave when she was zero-years.old. They’re more in touch with death in her country, she says. The living and the dead all together laughing and celebrating. Go say hello to your dead relatives’ ghostly spirits, she says.

The Way Down (a 100-word freaky flash fiction story) by Oren Shafir

He remembers things he should have no recollection of.  Things he never saw. Things he didn't notice at the time. Things which, in reality, he always knew too well. All in vivid detail.

An Eye for an Eye (a 200-word flash fiction horror story) by Oren Shafir

Number Two heard crying from the other room. Not really crying, more like the strange sound that sometimes came from the cats in the alley at night. 

"Did you cut it out?" he asked Number One when he came out.

Orange (an 800-word freaky flash fiction short story) by Oren Shafir

Up until then, all the pink faces and blond heads had been difficult to differentiate for Joseph, and as the week went on, they had transformed into one indistinguishable, nameless mass of people. That is, until he stood face to face with her. 

Red 2 (a 400-word freaky flash fiction short story) by Oren Shafir

Part of my brain can see that Paul grows tired of my chatter, but another part of me knows that he must recognize the truth; Truth is rushing through me like blood through my veins and only some act of violence can stop it. I cannot stop talking.