Flash Fiction.
Short fiction. Sharp edges. No wasted words.
Flash fiction is a discipline of restraint.
Every word has to earn its place. There’s no room for scaffolding, no space to explain yourself out of trouble. What’s left on the page has to stand on its own.
This collection brings together a small number of flash fiction pieces—each written to be read in a single sitting, each focused on mood, tension, and character under pressure. These are not sketches or writing exercises, but finished stories, revised with the same care as longer work.
Some lean dark. Some sit quietly and let the implications do the work. All of them are built to leave something behind after the final line.
Even When It’s Just Embers
A fugitive believer escapes a brutal regime with the relics of Saint Murael, racing toward sanctuary while the Empire seeks to extinguish faith itself.
Beneath the Surface
A detective waits outside an ordinary house as rain closes in and pressure mounts. Six girls are missing. A warrant is coming. The evidence is thin—but his certainty is absolute. Beneath the Surface is a noir flash fiction about obsession, intuition, and the danger of mistaking conviction for truth. As procedure collides with instinct, the line between justice and justification begins to blur—revealing that what’s buried isn’t always underground.