Flash Fiction #4

The Rascal Hand

“Asshole! I wish your hand got cut off!” I cursed the jerk who touched me. One second later he cried in agony. Suddenly his hand got cut off.


Domestic Violence

“Relax, Mom. Everything is okay. He won’t hurt us anymore,” Sofie threw the knife away. It covered by blood and intestine of her dad.




I keep whining that I want to go home, but she ignores me. She’s too busy, smearing my body pieces with cement.



I always enjoy the pain when the blade slashed my arm. But I wonder why, there’s no pain when I slashed my neck.


Mother and Child

Suddenly that tricycle moves itself towards me. My child must have known that I miss her so much.

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