Flash Fiction Friday

Baker’s Dozen

The rain pounded the windshield of his car as Big Roy pulled up to the unmarked building. A singular light swayed in the wind, illuminating the outline of a singular door in the wall. Twelve other cars were already there ranging from one small motorcycle to three large specialized vans…

Flash Fiction Friday

Introducing Flash Fiction Friday: The Greatest Hoax-Buster Ever of All Time

Fred undid the three locks holding his briefcase shut. The locks were airplane safe, meaning any TSA agent in a country-wide radius could open them in seconds, but Fred didn’t care. They were the only locks he had, and he needed the protection. The contents of his briefcase were revolutionary and shocking, contents that could only be shared upon the right circumstances by Fred himself. The security was absolutely necessary.