Deviant Epigram Flares

August 30, 2021 By LC Harrison Marigolds lay on the table, as she stared out the window, hopeful for his return. It was raining as her tears fell, she longed for him to wrap his arms around her once more. He had been gone for far too long, and she ached deeply inside for his comfort and love. She knew the moon was full outside, but it was hidden by all the clouds. She could still see the soft glow from it, as she lit a candle and whispered a prayer softly. She snuffed the candle, and moved from the window to her record player, and placed a favorite record on to listen to. It was a warm evening, and she decided to take a cool shower before she laid down in her bed for sleep. Awhile later, and she was laying in her bed, imagining him next to her as she soon drifted off to sleep. In her dreams, he was there  watching her as she juggled knives. She recalled in her dream learning to juggle as a child with small sacks of rice and dried beans, graduating to juggling fruit of all types: apples

  August 24, 2021 Music surrounded me, drifting out from the stage at the club like a vibrational positive pulse. It shook through me, and I could feel the sensation of a magical energy pulsing through the night, bringing with it endless possibilities. He was here, and I could feel it; I could imagine myself standing right here with him, but would he accept me? My life had been plagued by differences since birth, and as I grew and learned, I only became more so, not just out of rebellion, but genuine inner truth and self acceptance. This was the night for our encounter, I could feel it, everything had been leading up to this moment, and just then our eyes met. He was on the other side of the room, and magnetically I could feel the pull drawing us together as he approached me with a smile. "Do you like my club?," he asked me. I smiled shyly back, and he grasped my hand in his, and led me over to the concession area. "Would you like something?," he asked me. Again, I

Welcome to LC Harrison's Flash Fiction descendant  of Tales from the Irony Gate... May the twisted tales of dark humor, surprises of minor horror, and epic adventures through the misfortunes of the woe-filled curious entertain you... For all the Kurai Koishii (Dark Loves)🌑❤️ Ai (Love)  Lueya, Miss L.C. Harrison