The Darkness- Friday Flash


By Melissa L. Webb

The Darkness slithered under my door late last night.  It crept in, filling the empty rooms in my home.  It started slowly, carefully searching as it went.  It was seeking what it needed.

It seemed to taste the air, like a snake searching for its prey.  It glided slowly through the dark corners of the dwelling.

The atmosphere changed as its aura mingled with it, coating my home with a rich murkiness.  Electricity seemed to crackle in the air as the Darkness made its way closer to its destination.

I sat there and listened as it came, staring deep into the dancing flames of my fireplace.  It was only a matter of time now.

I let out a breath as I felt the dark energy brush out against my skin.  It had found me.  Now the only thing left between the Darkness and I was a few more steps.

I turned and watched as it swept into the room.  It caused the air to shimmer around me, distorting the ambience I had created. Even the flames seemed to tremble at its presence.

The Darkness crept to my side and looked up at me.

I put my hand out, letting my fingers caress its dark form.

It let out a deep sigh before curling up at my feet.

As I watched it lay its head on one of my slippers, a smile crept across my lips.  “Welcome home, boy.”

©2010 Melissa L. Webb


Twilight- a poem


By Melissa L. Webb

Into what?

Whose thinking splashed into the beyond?

One was not skeptical, back where same mattered.

Birds sent empty ministries.

And all water voiced a trace of advantage.

Will morning happen?

Looking at you, terrified.

Worlds scraping time, splintered powder of wisdom.

A thousand glimpses from the same story,

yet moral anger unfolds.

Mankind considers its course, helplessly blundering beneath the end.

Champions just walk about the aftermath, rocking silently inward.

Great marking etched in stone, pay homage to prehistoric fires,

Everlasting eternal.

We must survive loudly in this twilight.

©2010 Melissa L. Webb

Blue Light Terror- Friday Flash


By Melissa L. Webb

Kelly walked into the super center and headed back towards the craft department.  She just needed to pick out a few more fabrics.   The quilt she was making for her sister’s baby shower was almost finished.

Kelly entered the department and glanced around, her eyes falling onto the sales associate.

“Good morning,” the woman greeted her cheerfully.  “Can I help you with anything?”

Kelly shook her head.  “No, it’s okay.  I just have to grab some material.”

The woman smiled at her.  “Okay.  Just let me know if you need anything.”

She nodded as she returned the smile.  “I will,” Kelly told her before making her way down an aisle.

The store was quiet around her as she made her way to the fabrics lined up on the back wall.  Kelly stopped and looked at the choices in front of her.  She ran her fingers over the materials, trying to find the perfect one.

She stopped as a smile spread across her lips.  The pink fleece under her fingers felt soft against her skin.  Perfect for a newborn.  She slid the bolt out and glanced down at the price.


Kelly glanced up.  A guy stood a few feet from her.  “Hi,” she replied quickly and focused on the fabric once again.

“I was wondering if you could help me with something,” the man spoke softly.  “I can’t seem to find what I’m looking for.  Do you think you could help me find it?”

Kelly shook her head.  “I don’t work here.  Sorry,” she told him as she pulled another bolt from the shelf.

“I really need help finding it,” the man insisted.  “Could you please show me where it is?”

Kelly frowned and looked over at the guy.  She didn’t have time for this.  “There’s a lady at the fabric table who can help you,” she told him.  Her eyes drifted over him as a slight wave of fear crept over her.  She brushed it away quickly and went back to picking out fabrics.

The man stepped closer to her.  “It will only take a moment.  Please say you’ll help me.”

Kelly took a step back.  “Excuse me.  I said no,” she snapped as she looked up at him.  She gasped as she looked into his eyes.  They were pitch black with absolutely no whites to them at all.

She let out a squeak as she took another step backwards.  Kelly felt as if all the hope had been sucked out of her life as she stared into those dark pools.  Something was wrong with this man.  Those eyes seemed to be windows into pure evil.

“Please,” he spoke again.  “Just come with me.  I need you to come with me.”

She shook her head, an alarm going off in her head.  If she went with him, it would be the end of everything for her.

“I’m sorry,” she muttered as she dropped the bolts back on the shelf.  She pried her eyes away from his obsidian orbs and headed back down the aisle, praying he wouldn’t attack when she turned her back to him.

Kelly felt the evil cling to her as she went.  She knew he was right behind her.

“I need you to come with me, miss,” he spoke as he followed.  “It will only take a minute.”

Kelly hurried passed the fabric table, causing the woman to look up from what she was doing.

“Is everything okay?” she asked, seeing Kelly’s face,

She shook her head.  “I don’t think so.  That man…,” she said and turned around.  The aisle was completely empty behind her.

The woman glanced down the aisle and then back at Kelly. “What man?”

She shook her head again.  “I don’t know where he went.”  She sighed when she saw the frown on the woman’s lips.  “I’m okay.  I’m fine,” she muttered as she walked away.

Kelly glanced nervously around her as she made her way towards the front of the store.  She stopped suddenly, feeling the evil sweep over her once again.  She glanced over her shoulder.  The man was there, staring out of an aisle at her.

He shook his head as a slight smile crept over his lips.  “It’s okay, you can go,” he told her softly.  “I know where you live,” he said as he turned and disappeared down the aisle.

©2010 Melissa L. Webb

What Comes Around- Friday Flash

For those of you who have heard that you shouldn’t make a writer angry because you might end up in a story: It’s true.


By Melissa L. Webb

Bob was a truly rude man. He absolutely had no compassion for people. He always looked down on others as if they were merely flies needing to be swatted down. It didn’t matter who they were or what they wanted, he just didn’t care.

This was surprising, considering he worked in customer service. He had done so all his life. True, he never kept any job for too long, but he would always find another one and continue his reign of tyranny upon the population.

Bob had recently taken a job in a department store. Fate had once again placed him at the courtesy desk, where he sat day after day, unsatisfying people.

One particular afternoon, he was feeling especially cold and bitter. Bob glanced at the clock, willing the hands to move faster. All he wanted to do was crawl back into the solitude of his house. If he had to look at one more person, Bob thought he might actually claw his eyes out.

He was just wrapping things up, when a girl walked up to the counter. He rolled his eyes with a sigh and stopped mid task.

“Yes?” he asked curtly.

“Hi,” the girl said as she sat a shopping bag on the counter. “I bought this last week and it doesn’t fit.” She took a shirt out of the bag and sat it in front of Bob.

He looked at the shirt in distaste. “It doesn’t fit, eh?”

The girl shook her head as she smile slightly. “No, it’s just a little too big. I’d like to return it.”

Bob frowned as he picked up the shirt and turned it over in his hands, his eyes searching the fabric. After a few seconds, he stopped and smiled slightly himself. “The tags are not here.”

The girl nodded and reached into the bag. “They’re right here. I took them off to wear it, but I still have them.”

Bob looked at her, his smile growing wider. “I’m sorry. The tags have been removed. You can’t return the shirt.”

The girl looked at him in shock. “That has never been the policy before. I shop here all the time.”

Bob shrugged. “Well, it’s the policy now.”

The girl shook her head. “I want to talk to a manager.”

Bob just looked at her. “I’m sorry. The manager isn’t available right now. You’ll have to come back later to speak with one.”

The girl frowned. “No, I’m here now. I demand to speak with a manager this minute.”

Bob shrugged again. “I’m sorry, but we’re not bothering him right now. “You can just come back later.”

“No,” the girl said and crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m not leaving until I speak to your manager.”

Bob smiled at her. “Then I’ll just call the police and have them take you away.”

The girl looked at him in disbelief before grabbing the shirt and bag off the counter. With a final glare, she turned around and started to walk away.

“Have a good evening,” Bob called coldly to her as she walked.

The girl turned on her heel and looked at him. “You know what?” she spoke softly to him, her voice completely devoid of emotion. “”What comes around, goes around. You’d do best to remember that.” She turned around and walked away, exiting the store.

Bob just smiled and shook his head. Another whiney person. At least he had gotten her to leave. Now that his shift was over, he was free to head home.

Bob left the store and headed down the street. His house was only a few blocks away. Soon he’d be locked in the confines of his house and he wouldn’t have to look at another person for the next couple of days. He grinned at that thought.

He turned the corner, when he heard a noise from behind him. Bob glanced around in the darkness, but didn’t see anything. With a shrug, he continued on his way.

Bob got another block, when he heard the noise again. He turned and listened, trying to place the sound. It was a skittering sound, like a hundred discarded plastic bottles blowing across the street. The sound seemed to surround him.

Panic rose up in Bob’s throat. He knew he had to get away from that sound. What it was would be the end of him if he didn’t act now.

He turned and ran. Bob’s feet covered the sidewalk in as big of strides as he legs would let him. He just had to make it to his house. The solitude there would keep him safe.

Bob turned another corner and came to a sudden halt. Up ahead of him, in the darkness, was a set of glowing red eyes. The eyes seemed to be coming from Bob’s own yard.

His mouth hung opened in shock. His solitude had been violated. How could this have happened?

Bob looked around him. Suddenly the night was alive with a thousand red eyes. They were all around him. He took a step back as the terror began to flood his body.

A deep rumble began as the first red eyes moved forward. A dark shadow seemed to follow them.

Bob clamped his lips over a scream as his body stood there, frozen.

“It’s about to go around, buddy,” the shadow behind the eyes rumbled as it descended upon Bob, while the surrounding eyes watched with glee.

©2010 Melissa L. Webb

An Evening At Home- Friday Flash


By Melissa L. Webb


Tom unlocked the front door and stepped in. The house lay dark before him. Reaching out, his fingers brushed a switch causing light to flood the room.

Shutting the door, he made his way into the house. He stopped in the kitchen and looked around, his stomach growling darkly.

Tom checked his watch. There was time before his meeting. He might as well eat before hand.

Opening the refrigerator, he pulled out a box of left over fried chicken and a bottle of beer. He took his finds and headed into the living room. Plopping himself onto the couch, Tom picked up the remote and flicked the T.V to life. Settling into the news, he devoured his meal hungrily.

Once he was done, Tom tossed his trash and headed upstairs. He made his way into the master bedroom and straight to the walk-in closet. Opening the door, he peered inside at the clothes that hung before him.

Tom rummaged through the hangers. He wanted something special for this meeting. Something that would make him look his best. Selecting a gray pin-stripped suit, he pulled it out and laid it on the bed.

Tom showered quickly and slipped into the suit, checking himself in the mirror once it was on. He smiled to himself, showing his perfect white teeth. He looked good.

He checked his watch as he headed back down the stairs. It was just about time. With a nod, Tom quickly turned off the T.V. and flicked off the lights that he had left on. With that done, he headed back into the kitchen.

Tom pulled open the silverware drawer and rummaged through it. Finally finding what he was looking for, he pulled a butcher knife from the drawer. The blade caught the moonlight seeping in from the window, causing his reflection to shine before his eyes. Tom smiled again, mesmerized by the twinkle in his eye.

Closing the drawer, he carefully made his way through the darkened house. He stopped at the small space behind the stairs.

With the knife held carefully against him, Tom slipped into the shadowed space of the strange house and waited for the family who lived there to come home.

©2010 Melissa L. Webb

Childhood part 2

So while out at a garage sale Saturday, we happened to pick up a huge stack of older comic books.  They’re from the 70’s through the early 90’s and they are all the good kinds.


Spiderman, Superman, Justice League, G.I. Joe, and even Star Trek are some of the titles that make up this stack. 

I have now spent the last few days with my nose stuck in them, captivated by all the adventures I have now embarked on with my new rediscovered friends.  This has taken me by surprise.

Don’t get me wrong, I love to read.  I always carry some kind of book with me at all times, but I haven’t read a comic book since I was a preteen.  I haven’t even thought of reading one since.

I have to admit it now; I am an adult who loves reading comic books.  (How nerdy is that?)  True, I wish they had been horror comics, but no one can be that lucky.   I guess it just shows you that no matter how old we get, there will always be some kind of kid left in us.

One Lovely Blog Award

One Lovely Blog Award

Mari from Mari’s Randomities has just awarded me with the One Lovely Blog Award.  Yay!  I am honored to accept the award.  Thank you so much, Mari!

So, I am now sharing the love.  There is so much great talent out there; it was hard to limit it to just 15 people.  But first…


 1. Accept the award, post it on your blog together with the name of the person who has granted the award and his or her blog link.
2. Pass the award to 15 other blogs that you’ve newly discovered.
3. Remember to contact the bloggers to let them know they have been chosen for this award.

Now, here are the 15 deserving people in no particular order:


Sam Adamson- Future; Nostalgic

Danielle La Paglia- Danni’s Flash Fiction Blog

Icy Sedgwick- Icy’s Blunt Pencil

Rachel Blackbirdsong- Ravenwood

Donald Conrad- Flashtold

Travis King- Apophenia

Vandamir Windrider- Creating Shadows

Komar Knight- Knight Chills

Jim Bronyaur- Blog

Jason Coggins- Drawing Pictures with Mind Crayons 

Rebecca Emin- Ramblings of a Rusty Writer

J. M. Strother- Mad Utopia

Stephen Watkins- The Undiscovered Author

Koreen Clemens- Koreen’s Writing Korner

Adam J. Keeper- Squid Ink Incorporated

Check these writers out.  You’ll be glad you did.