AN ECHO OF WHAT ONCE WAS By Melissa L. Webb Stepping off the curb, Carla tucked a strand of long dark hair miserably behind an ear. Head pounding with each step, she hurried across the crosswalk. She had no clue where this blinding headache had come from, she’d felt fine earlier. Even happy for a [...]
Archive for January, 2012
An Echo Of What Once Was- Friday Flash
Posted in Friday Flash, tagged #fridayflash, apocalypse, end of world, Flash Fiction, Friday Flash, horror, Melissa L. Webb, Pain, short fiction, Short story, Skyscraper on January 28, 2012 | 6 Comments »
Learn From the Past, Or Be Doomed to Repeat It- Friday Flash
Posted in Friday Flash, tagged #fridayflash, accident, Automobile, Flash Fiction, Friday Flash, horror, Melissa L. Webb, short fiction, Short story, Traffic light on January 20, 2012 | 9 Comments »
LEARN FROM THE PAST, OR YOU’RE DOOMED TO REPEAT IT By Melissa L. Webb Edward gripped the steering wheel tight and stared out at the red light. He squinted, his old eyes aching from the strain. Rain hammered against the car, the wind shaking it while he waited for the light to change. It was [...]
Ink Stains- Friday Flash
Posted in Friday Flash, tagged #fridayflash, Flash Fiction, Friday Flash, Ink, Melissa L. Webb, paranormal, Prophecy, short fiction, Short story, words on January 13, 2012 | 10 Comments »
INK STAINS By Melissa L. Webb She opened the worn leather book in front of her, its over-sized pages crackling with age. She sneezed as the movement stirred the dust around her. Turning to the last page, her eyes immediately drifted to the last bit of blank space left in the book. How quickly the [...]
Storm Front – Friday Flash
Posted in Friday Flash, tagged #fridayflash, Flash Fiction, Friday Flash, horror, Melissa L. Webb, short fiction, Short story, storm on January 6, 2012 | 11 Comments »
STORM FRONT By Melissa L. Webb Joy Westcott stood at her window; streaks of light in the sky dancing merrily, heralding in the dark bank of the clouds looming behind. She shivered as the first drops of rain struck the glass, beating out a hypnotic rhythm, lulling her into false tranquility. She breathed out; condensation [...]


