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.”

The Gentle Ticking of Your Heart (a 162-word freaky flash fiction story) by Oren Shafir

``Count backwards from 10.''

``10, 9, ...''

8,7,6... You continue in your head. You cannot speak, and they cannot hear you. They are not aware of you as a conscious being at all. They mark your body with a pen and smear it with cold  antiseptic.

``Scalpel.''

The sharp sting of your skin being sliced open. A growing burn. The whirling rush of the motor saw. Loud and loud and louder.

You scream, but they cannot hear you. Your fear is so extreme it is beyond fear. Beyond pain. Outside the constraints of time. Your pain so extreme it metamorphoses into a dull tingle followed by an otherwise heightened state of awareness.

The menthol smell of the antiseptic. The soft hum of the lamp shining over you. The persistent buzz of the saw, and the doctors' breath caressing your skin. And then, when the saw stops with a hush, and you focus more intently inwards -- the gentle ticking of your heart.

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.

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