I drew these to pictures using The upside down drawing method. Where the image I used was inverted. I then highlighted the drawings in charcoal pencil and soft pastel.
Two Dogs
100 Short Stories
#9 We Never Heard Them Coming
We never heard them coming. Then thousands of people started dying in their sleep. Medical examiners were baffled as to how perfectly healthy people went to sleep but never woke up.
Then survivors started to come forward who told tales of battling strange creatures in their dreams. At first people didn’t want to believe them or tried to write them off as some kind of mass psychosis. But the one nagging issue was all the tales contained the same elements.
Then scientists started putting healthy people into REM sleep to see what transpired in the dream world. The so called volunteers were mostly soldiers, like me, trained in physical hand to hand combat. The scientists felt we’d hold our own in a fight. It worked for the most part. We still lost a few battle hardened
men.
Thinking back to my first glimpse of the creatures still gives me the creeps. The one I battled was a large grey with gangly arms and legs. They had human-like faces with bulging eyes and chins. They traveled around naked but showed no signs of gender.
In the three weeks of fighting them I’ve managed to stay alive so far. It keeps getting tougher everyday as the creatures get more adept at masking their movements. They appear out of apparently using telepathy to insert themselves in your dreams.
Having done my weekly tour of duty, this is my third day without sleep. I’m not ready to do battle yet. I need time to heal, meantally and physically. If I fell asleep now the creature would surely come and finish me in my dreams.
So tired though.
Nobody really knows where the creatures came from, only that they were here. In our dreams we try to find clues as to their physical location. If we could take the battle to them. We might just win this war.
“So tired, so tired. No, don’t fall asleep. Too late.
The creatures attacked in force as soon as my eyes closed. I felt myself losing. Must wake up.
Overtaken.
I jumped wide awake. “Gotcha!, I know where your base is located.
Sgt Koihler out for now.
#8 Ho Hum Life
As far the guard was concerned she was just another teenager in a hoodie. She smiled as the soldier motioned her through.
“Foolish totally foolish,” She mumbled to herself. Her pace increased as she moved away from the guard station. She had one shot. As she walked, the dead in cages reached out trying to get one hand on her. She made it to the center of the town. There she found what she was looking. She pulled the small explosive, armed it and left. In a few moments the dead would be released. She had to get away.
#7 I Call Shotgun – Micro Flash Fiction
Funerals are the worst. You say goodbye to someone you loved in life. A person you wished you could talk with just one more time. I had those same feelings when I left the graveyard after my best friend died. I jumped into my car to head home.
“I call shotgun.”
“What…no…you can’t be here, you’re dead. Must be hallucinating.”
“No, you’re not hallucinating. I’m dead.”
“Then how can you be here. Sitting in my passenger seat.”
“Well from what I understand I’m here to help you.”
“Help me do what.”
“Learn to live the right way.”
I like writing these little short stories. I hope you enjoy reading them.
#6 Tied Up – Micro Flash Fiction
How she got there she didn’t know. The last she remembered she had changed into her blue jeans, tank top and sneakers to go meet the girls. Now she found herself bound to a tree in the woods with a gag in her mouth. On the breeze she caught a whiff of something familiar, rot and death.
Some branches broke to her left. She squirmed trying to pull her wrists free of the bonds. She sensed someone or something watching her.
“Hello,” She called out.
A big hairy creature broke free of the brush.
“Hello, my name is Ralph.”
#5 Red Riding Hood
“I’m not as bad as you may think I am.”
“Shut up evil one.”
“Oh, gonna resort to name calling. Okay, yeah I’m the big bad wolf. I do have street creds to uphold but I’m not a bad guy.”
“You ate my grandmother.”
“Hello, I am a wolf. I eat meat, Red”
“Well your meat eating days are over…”
You can’t kill me Red…you and I go way back…”
“If you call going way back..you trying to kill me every time we meet. What’s the deal with that anyway?”
“It is nothing personal, I’m a wolf.”
#4 Don’t Say Anything
“Don’t say anything,”
“Well if you’d turned where I told you we wouldn’t be lost now.”
“Yes dear…you know…wait what is that standing in the road.”
Joe and his wife looked down the road.
“If I didn’t know better I would say it is Bigfoot.”
“Joe, Bigfoot does not wear a short and jeans.”
“But look at the big hairy feet…”
“He’s thumbing a ride…are you going to pick him up?”
Joe pulled the car over.
The car door opened and he squeezed himself in.
“Hi, my name is Harry. Thanks for giving me a lift
#3 Nighttime
I loved the night time in my youth. I could glide through the darkness sight unseen. Now I fear the darkness and the shadows. Why, you may ask. The answer is Them. No one really knows what they look like because no one has lived to tell their story, until now. At least I hope so. If not it means I’m dead.
I wait in the darkness behind O’Malley’s Pub. I hear a chittering noise all around which means the creatures are close. A clattering and the end of the alley. A black shape from each end. Oh, crap!
# 2 Superheroes
A 99 Word Micro Fiction Story
He Set up his folding table in the center of the parking lot at the abandoned mall. He prepared the tea, awaited their arrival. They appeared one at a time. Five beautiful women each more lovely than the last. They approached the table one by one sat and waited until the circle was complete.
“Thank you all for coming on such short notice.”
“I see you’ve picked another fine location, Xander.” Said the red head known as The Siren.
“Why were we summoned?” Said a purple haired woman know as The Huntress.
“We are needed. War is upon us.”
