Ly Faulk
Author
Ly Faulk (they/she) is a queer writer, artist, and an all-around weirdo.
Tag: flash-fiction
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The old man pulled hard on the reins to stop his sleigh and stepped down with a groan. Bracing his back with one hand, he reached into the sleigh and picked up his sack. The bag dragged through the snow as he hobbled to the motel door. Rita didn’t look up as he entered the…
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Reasons why it was the happiest I’d ever been: Photograph: dead bodies, lying on their backs with their six legs stuck up into the air. Video: a live one crawling over the moldy oranges. I swatted it, felt remorse, disposed of the body. A series of photographs: under the coffee maker, behind the bread box,…
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I kick back at my desk and idly type into my AI machine, sucking up another eighth-inch from the aquifer. A picture of a puppy biting Greta Thunberg on the ass pops onto the screen. I giggle and post it on X. My worshipers scramble to like, share, and comment. Standing, I walk over to…
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“Thanks for meeting me here,” she said as she handed the bartender a twenty in exchange for a tray full of shots. I just nodded at her back as she led me to a table in the corner of the room. All around us were women in various stages of undress. She set the tray…
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The hot flashes came on like a cyclone, crashing into her over and over until she was dripping sweat and steam rose from her skin. She tossed and turned every night, trying to find sleep amongst the oppressive, inescapable heat. Her mother, her friends, her co-workers had all endured this indignity with as much grace…
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She could detect impurity in others, a highly sought after skill in this day and age. With one sniff, she could tell the authorities who was the troublemaker, the outsider, the other. At first, they only used her skill in the court room. After all, troublemakers would live up to their name. When the crime…
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One horrid morning, it awoke to find that it had transformed into a human. It’s first indication that something was wrong was that smell, that thick, meaty human smell that made it want to wash its antennas. It was afraid it was in danger of being squished so it started skittering away before it even…
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