Flash fiction: The voices

"I'm not sure Dr. Whitman, but I've been hearing voices."

"Dennis how long have you had this problem?" Dennis is hesitant to answer.

"W-W-Well, it all started when I was a kid." I was about 10-years-old, and I was in my grandma's basement. I knew I shouldn't be playing in there, but I did it anyways."

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Flash fiction: A crowded street

Millions of people are in a crowded street in Times Circle. The people are waiting to bring in the New Year in Old York City. This is a tradition passed along throughout the generations, and we are waiting for the ball to drop.

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Flash Fiction: The Lines Are Down

Officer James, looking back on your career what would you say is the worst criminal you've come across? Well, there's been a lot of them in the past, but one stands out to me. His name was Thomas Downs and he was a cereal rapist. He was driving all over the city bringing terror to his victims. Thomas was a loner and he wasn't very good with women.


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