In the first of two stories I wrote for the NYC Midnight Flash Fiction Contest, a man named Desmond survived a plane crash, but so did something else...something horrible.
Nothing really happens aboard a quiet space station after hours. Nothing at all.
What happens when a super villain is forced into retirement?
Fifty-five times Death set up the board. Fifty-five times Darnell won But what did he win?
A peaceful cabin on a lake. A man with a rocket launcher. What else do you need?
You know those big flying lizards? They have a name. Also, teeth.
There are plant ladies and there are plant ladies...
When you go against a dragon, it's best if you don't have to improvise your escape plan.
There is no worm in this story, great or small, and that's just fine.
It's just your ordinary fairy tale, with a frog bandit, a dangerous gun, a princess, and her motorcycle. You know.