"How much for that?" I asked casually, motioning to my sword in the wall.
“Jeremy, there’s someone in the house.” I blinked several times, and just like every night for the last seven months, my beautiful wife disappeared from beside me.
Writing Bad hosted our first anniversary flash fiction contest and this was our winner! If you check out the group in the next week you'll find all of the submitted stories as well Writing Bad Group Find the story here: via Mention My Name at the Lucky Duck
“Mama I had a scary dream!” Three year old Noah called as he crawled into his parent's bed. Mama didn't respond.