New Flash Fiction – Dreams of a Clean Death

My latest piece of flash fiction is up on Pen of the Damned!

Dreams of a Clean Death

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10/24/2018

Damned Words 34

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What dark imaginings can a flower bring? Find out what the authors over at Pen of the Damned​ have seen in this image… 8 pieces of dark flash fiction for you enjoyment!

Includes pieces by Jon Olson​, Lydia Prime​, Mercedes Yardley​, Scarlett R. Algee​, A.F. Stewart​, Mark Steinwachs​, Nina D’Arcangela​, and me!

www.penofthedamned.com

Damned Words 32 – Pen of the Damned

Check out the latest collection of dark flash fiction by the authors over at Pen of the Damned​! Some delightfully morbid words, all inspired by the same photo!

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Includes pieces written by Mercedes​ M. Yardley, Lydia Prime​, Jon Olson​, Mark Steinwachs​, A.F. Stewart​, Scarlett R. Algee​, and Nina D’Arcangela​, and my own story, Hope for the Chosen.

A Growing Boy

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I’d like to share with you a piece I wrote for Pen of the DamnedA Growing Boy.

This piece is part of Damned Words 30, a collection of short pieces inspired by the same photo. You can read more HERE on Pen of the Damned

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A Growing Boy

by Lee A. Forman

Hunger never left his distended paunch. No matter how much she brought, his gut could not be sated. Spindly arms pulled rotten meat into a foul orifice. Brown saliva and undigested chunks ran down his stained frontside into a puddle of filth. Familiarity still rested in his eyes. They followed her with affection, resting deep behind puss-filled lumps which grew around them. She wondered if he still had legs beneath the mass of pulsating skin at his bottom. But it wouldn’t have mattered. His proportions already filled most of the barn.

She took the sandwich bag of teeth from her pocket and remembered his smile. How sweet and simple he once was.

A low groan erupted from his belly. Tremors of a wanting stomach rumbled under her boots. The fly-infested supply of food nearly depleted, she’d have to find a way to feed her growing boy.

 

 

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