People tell me it's taking over. You have no life, no friends, we never see you anymore. But I tell them like I'm telling you...Friday, May 16, 2014
Happy, Healthy and Wise (a 500-word freaky flash fiction short story) by Oren Shafir
People tell me it's taking over. You have no life, no friends, we never see you anymore. But I tell them like I'm telling you...Monday, May 05, 2014
Saturday, April 12, 2014
The Finger (a 250-word suspense flash fiction story) by Oren Shafir
Saturday, March 29, 2014
5 Seconds (a 250-word freaky flash fiction suspense short story) by Oren Shafir
Saturday, March 15, 2014
The Reconciliation (a 150-word freaky flash fiction short story) by Oren Shafir
Saturday, March 08, 2014
The Dance (a 100-word freaky flash fiction story) by Oren Shafir
Saturday, March 01, 2014
Another Cup of Tea (a 200-word flash fiction horror short story) by Oren Shafir
Sunday, February 23, 2014
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.
Saturday, February 01, 2014
Last Train (a 250-word freaky flash fiction horror story) by Oren Shafir
Saturday, November 23, 2013
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.
Saturday, November 16, 2013
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.
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.
Thursday, November 14, 2013
This Is How It Feels (A 100-word freaky flash fiction story) by Oren Shafir
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