Flash Fiction – November

November flash is finished, and I came in second place – thanks to all who voted! For those of you who didn’t get a chance to read it: voila! I’d love to hear your thoughts.

I’ve been called the Angel of Death,but I am no angel – just Lucy, a failed science experiment. Since the day I wasreleased I have clung to the night for its protection, it’s warmth. To avoidthe looks of people who can’t understand. The night has taken care of me andI’ve sworn to return the favour.
Tonight I sit upon the highestbuilding in the city, watching the odd red and white car lights flicker likegems through the web of streets. The weather is warm, the stars in full force,a mirror of the streetlights below. The moon is full; my strange shadow keepsme company.
A sharp scream echoes from one ofthe alleyways twenty stories below and I sigh. Lovely weather always brings theloonies out to play. Scanning the dark side-street with sharp eyes, I seemovement and focus my aim. Then I jump.
As I fall, two great black wingsstretch out from between my shoulder blades, a fourteen-foot wingspan of inkyfeathers that look like satin in the moonlight. The effect of human-animalgenome splicing, these wings are my burden and my blessing. I accept what I am.
I blink jet black eyes to refocus onmy target. I see him now, running towards the busy main road, a woman’s pursetight in his hands. I have to catch him before he hits the street or he’ll belost to the real world, away from the shadows that hide me. I beat my wings,twice, three times, the gust of each flap scattering waves of dust beneath me.He’s directly in front of me, almost at his goal.
I let out a shriek and extendtalon-sharp nails. He looks over his shoulder but has no time to scream, toreact. I drop lower and tear into his neck. The purse falls from his hands andhis body slumps.
Without a glance backwards, I beatmy wings once more to return to my perch.
The night belongs to me.
I do what I can to protect it.


  1. WOW. wow wow wow! I really really enjoyed this piece! Make this creature a little more human, and write it into a novel. Meanwhile, you better damn well submit it as is to Bleeding Ink! It's so perfect. 🙂

  2. Great basis for a story. Being a flash it left me wanting more… always a good sign.I wanted to know 'what next' obviously, but also more about her motivations, her background, *why* she exists etc. I'm intrigued…No disrespect to Tammy above, although she is always free to disrespect me as much as she wants, because it's fun, but I was drawn to the alien-ness of the character. The writing world is full of vampires which are humans with pointy teeth, and aliens which are humans in rubber suits, but this character had an element of the 'bird' in her makeup… the cold hunter's attitude came out really well, even in those few words. The conflicts this generates as she tries to find allies in a human world would make it an interesting, tense read… just a thought.Great job.


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