Based on the writing prompt "Something ancient rises from an old pond." Horror flash fiction.

Our system looked like a perverse amalgamation of capitalism, socialism, and plutocracy. It was a hooded taskmaster

It was a Friday. A holy day for the majority of the inhabitants of our fair city. It was around the time it started getting disgustingly...

"Enter the Dragon" Fan Fiction I had to take the beating. On all fours in the middle of the back room of the gambling parlor, I tried to...

It was a nighttime operation. The only mission was to look for contact. We would find it, just not in the way I had hoped.

No one cared that I had only slept five hours on the first day of our cycle conducting operations from the train station.