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1 " Am Anfang war Gott? It may have been true, but it was not germane. "
― Stephen Craig , The Omnipotence Paradox (A Flash Fiction Philosophical Fantasy)
2 " He had heard many of his customers talking about 'repetitive strain injury' over the years and he was sure that, if he was capable, he too would suffer this - especially with the industrial tooling he carried around everywhere that he went. "
― Stephen Craig , Grim Reaping
3 " One deep breath, one last step and out into oblivion where death held out its arms into a welcoming embrace. "
― Stephen Craig , The Last Step (A Flash Fiction Story)
4 " As if grabbed by strong arms that were not there, he felt himself being lifted. Raising skyward and spinning, he fought to regain orientation. The winds were holding him and carrying him higher. Spinning him sickeningly, senses askew, his focus was being lost. "
― Stephen Craig , The Tortured Clouds of Kh'all (A Flash Fiction Fantasy)
5 " Momentarily, through one good eye, he could see the moon. Something below moved and he span around to where he could see the house. His family were in there. Alone. He could not protect them and he would not see them again. "
― Stephen Craig , The Drowning Of The Innocents
6 " His voice was oily and slick as it poured from his mouth like liquid acid, threatening to hook onto the woman's hair like a fishing hook and drag her back to death. "
― Stephen Craig , Blooded Eyes - A Short Story
7 " With heightened senses it remained motionless and looked through bulbous eyes. It could taste fear in the air. Pheromones. Sweat. Food was near, but more importantly, so was its new home. "
― Stephen Craig , Symbiote (A Flash Fiction Horror)
8 " In fact, until the last moments of his life, until the last seconds as he gasped for breath, he never realised how much he wanted to live. But, at that point, death was inevitable and nothing that had happened could be changed. "
― Stephen Craig , Who Killed Bob?
9 " In his imagination, he grabbed his dad by the throat and squeezed until an old mans face turned purple. No pleading, no begging, simply... nothing. "
― Stephen Craig , Cream Of Volition (A Flash Fiction Horror)
10 " Hand in hand they whispered for a while. The girl nodded and the bear laughed. Together, they made their way down the corridor and to the foot of the stairs. "
― Stephen Craig , Dead Ted (A Flash Fiction Horror)
11 " With an unseen inner-smile, the beetle carried on its journey, rolling manure. It had decided that stones were not to its liking. It was happy in its life and its life, quite literally, was a lump of shit. "
12 " They were rocking back and forth, dancing to the tune of death. They were not shadows he realised, they were large animals. "
― Stephen Craig , Glue (A Flash Fiction Horror)
