Cheyin Goglas

This one is a little longer, but it was an entry for a Tumblr blog contest in which I placed second. I was rather surprised and elated at the response to my writing by people I don't even know. Galworth had been in tight spots before, but in all the decades of being a gremlin, he had never faced a bad situation such as this. His four inch tall frame was pressed into the corner of the master bedroom farthest away from the door, with a nasty calico cat between him and it, stari

The Roar The end of the human race was not brought upon by invading aliens or blood thirsty zombies. It was in fact located in the Anti-Aging Lab of Garner Pharmaceuticals. Specifically, Sample 108AE in a test tube rack on an unremarkable black top lab table. This sample was given to white lab mice like the others before it. Sadly, the researchers noted that this sample too had not lived up to its expectations as it had killed off all of its subjects within an hour. The dead

Flash fiction is extremely brief. I find it is a lot harder to write because you have to boil the story down to its very essence. I entered this story into a contest that limited the entries to 500 words and wanted to share it with you. Enjoy! Faded Memories Harold entered the kitchen, scratching his head. “What was I doing again?” he muttered. “Looking for her medications,” the paramedic said. “Oh right.” Harold placed the meds in a plastic grocery bag, then handed it to the