#fridayflash The Substitute by Timothy C. Hobbs

The vampire strolled down the nursing home hallway. He wore a fuchsia polo shirt and tan khakis. A pair of brown loafers covered his bare feet. His alabaster skin gleamed under the dimmed lights, his pale beautiful face markedly outlined in a cave of black hair falling loosely to his shoulders. Most of the aged and infirm residents were deep [...]

 
#fridayflash Captive by Timothy C. Hobbs

“The demolition crew found the corpse, right?” Detective Mike Brandon asked his partner. It was almost seven pm. “No,” Mason Phelps answered, glancing at the paperwork spread out on his desk. “Remember how the city started sending crews in to make sure a condemned house was empty of any living thing?” Mike grinned. “Yeah. That raccoon family got wiped out [...]

 
#fridayflash His Master’s Voice by Timothy C. Hobbs

For Alice to stop at a yard sale was a rare event, but there was something that appealed to her about the old house down the street with the estate sale sign in the front yard. She got out of her car and milled with the scant customers there, coming upon the most remarkable phonograph sitting on a mahogany table. [...]

 
#fridayflash Mr. Grim by Timothy C. Hobbs

The pain dulled after the fifth tequila shot. “Mas tequila,” Parker ordered. A skinny cadaverous faced bartender poured another shot. “What brings the senor to Guanajuato? The mummies?” “Mummies?” Parker asked. “Si, The Museum of the Mummies.” Parker shook his head no. “It’s a secret,” he whispered. “I’m on the run.” Parker held a finger to his lips. “Ssshhh. Parker [...]

 
#fridayflash Promise Not To Look by Timothy C. Hobbs

Cottonwood, Texas 1890 The soulful cry of a whippoorwill floated on the wind. Lonnie sighed in his sleep and reached across to hold his wife only to find a vacant, cold spot. Lonnie opened his eyes. A figure holding a candle approached. “Paw Paw’s outside,” Lonnie’s ten-year-old son Jacob said. Lonnie slid from under the covers and pulled a robe [...]

 
#fridayflash Pedalphile by Timothy C. Hobbs

WARNING THIS SHORT STORY CONTAINS ADULT THEMES   The aged car coughed and sputtered as it climbed the hill and passed through the cemetery gates. Headlight beams flowed eerily over rising ground fog and the well-kept headstones. The car continued forward until it reached the cemetery’s older section where the graves were no longer attended; the families of those buried [...]

 
#fridayflash Strange Love by Timothy C. Hobbs

I got a lot grief from my friends about not dating. I was a sophomore in high school, and between trying to keep my grades up and helping on the ranch, I didn’t really have time to worry about the fairer sex. My mom and dad ran a sheep ranch, which added to my friends’ ammunition for date jokes. “Hell, [...]

 
#fridayflash Finger Food by Timothy C. Hobbs

During summer break, I took a job working in our city cemetery. I mowed the grass, trimmed around headstones, and pruned. It was a hot that year, so I asked the caretaker if I could work until noon, then come back after seven p.m. He said it was A okay with him as long as I got the job done. [...]

 
#fridayflash Salvation by Timothy C. Hobbs

The first things Tom saw when he regained consciousness were the strand of rope used to bind his hands and the black hood that had covered his head. So Ogre had really done it. Shot Tom execution style. Ogre. First time Tom met the hulking killer he thought Ogre’s face looked like a slab of meat. Tom reached behind his [...]

 
#fridayflash The Pound by Timothy C. Hobbs

Delbert Caruso was a natural born horndog. When he started elementary school, people called the principal and complained Delbert was chasing their daughters around the playground trying to play doctor. By the time he was sixteen, Delbert had chipped teeth, a squashed nose, and broken knuckles from fights over girls. He was even stabbed in the leg once by a [...]

 
#fridayflash Emissaries by Timothy C. Hobbs

They walked across the frozen landscape just as the two suns were rising, both mounting discs a pale blue with swirling fragments of scarlet, both distant, this season being the planet’s furthest from its suns. The moving figures were those of a man and a woman. Their tall, slender forms were clad in heavy hooded robes. They each toted long [...]

 
#fridayflash Guiding Light by Timothy C. Hobbs

“I thought I was finished.” The memory of the icy waves was still alive and terrifying. Even though covered in blankets and near a fire, Donavan couldn’t stop shaking. “Then I saw your light,” Donavan said to the old, bearded face above him. “Was it you who pulled me from the water?” The lighthouse keeper shook his head. “Not me, [...]

 
#fridayflash Open Me Not by Timothy C. Hobbs

Entomology Professor John Baker was working late at the college when the stranger arrived. “Are you the butterfly man?” “You frightened me,” John said stunned. “Professor Baker is it?” The man in the doorway looked old. His spine was severely curved; his clothes tattered. “I’m Professor Baker, but security shouldn’t have admitted you this late.” An arm appeared offering a [...]

 
#fridayflash Boris by Timothy C. Hobbs

Uncle Pete’s a taxidermist. He learnt how down in the city afore he moved back home with me, Ma and Pa, and Granny here in the Great Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. I found his hobby fascinatin’. All that wire, clay, glass eyes, and wood for dummies just drew me in straight away. I’ve learnt a lot from him. As you [...]

 
#fridayflash Missing Piece by Timothy C. Hobbs

The woman woke up and felt the empty space next to her on the bed. There was no clock in the room, but she could tell by the lack of noise in the Fuhrerbunker that it must be the dead of night. As she rose and went toward the door, a low growl came from under the bed. She glanced [...]

 
The Old Cure by Tim Hobbs

Samuel called him about the Indian ruins: those away from the older, picked-over places. “They’re great, man, untouched. My uncle said they were protected, but if you go at night the security is slack, especially, if you’ve got a bottle to share with the guard.” Samuel was a night orderly where James had done his residency. ‘Crazy Horse’ Sammie was [...]

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