The Second Ring
The room was quiet, the only light a sliver of moon slicing through the curtains, pooling like milk across the floorboards. No voices, no street noise. No reason for someone to be at the door.
Flash Fiction
Less than 1,000 words.
A Special Place in Hell
A group of twenty recently dead humans staggered down the stairs and shambled past. Their faces twisted into masks of horror and pain. Their feet blistered on the oven-hot floor. Their hair and clothes burst into flame. Their screams barely added to the cacophony of a billion tortured souls.