Marta watched as the child approached the cabin, waiting. Her anger swelled as the young girl grew nearer. Here was one more opportunity. They would all pay. Every child in the village would burn. Lisel crept up the steps, shaking from the chill and tired. Her dress dirty, the … Continue reading →
About M D Flyn
Writer extraordinaire & perpetrator of geekery. Rejoicing in beautiful weirdness. Stories with giddy quirk, wit, imagination, and playful dark humor.
Getting hooked on a game doesn’t get any better. Until you have to go back to work. # I rip my bra off the moment I get in the door, dragging on comfy clothes while tossing food in the microwave. I guzzle a bottle of water and stuff reheated … Continue reading →