Our newly undead neighbor Barbara bumps repeatedly against our glass door, groaning.  The upside of the zombie pandemic is that they can’t turn handles.

My husband and I watch in our pajamas, coffee mugs steaming in our hands as we wait for responders.  It’s absurd how normal this all feels.

“Shame.  She followed all the guidelines,” he remarks. 

“Her idiot kid gave it to her,” I concur.  “He got bitten over spring break.” 

“Welcome to Time Travel 101.”

"Time travel is paradoxical and often recursive, the end creating the beginning before the end ever existed. To pose an empowering example: many of you have already passed this course! Some of you have A’s, even. The slightly less empowering corollary is that several of you are already retaking the course. If this is a retake you are allowed to refer to your notes from last time you took the course, but I caution you to remember to write them in the first place at some point or you’ll find your mind drawing a blank again come exam time.

A word of caution I give all my classes: time can get jumbled up very easily in your college years. You’re young, you’re partying. I get it. Just make sure you graduate after you started taking this course, not before. I know it’s tempting to skip around, but I took this course once myself, and I had to learn it from myself because I was also teaching it to myself. Long story short, none of you are me, which means I’m still waiting for my past self to attend his first future class. So, think about how your time travel choices will affect your career path. I’m pretty much stuck at this university until he shows up.

I prefer to call it early the first day, so you’re all dismissed! Syllabus copies are available on your way out, underneath the bulletin board where I’ve posted your final grades.”

As a Junior Exorcist, I'm mostly on ghost duty. 

I suck stubborn spirits from rafters with a vacuum, like cobwebs. I don't get a sleek suit yet, or to vanquish demons. It’s not exciting in the slightest.

But at the end of each day, I empty the vacuum bag over a local canyon.  The ghosts unfurl into the night like cream, like breath into the cold air.  They seem happy to be free. 

And then, just then, my job doesn’t seem so bad.


When a young-looking girl transfers in, saying she’s 17, there’s really no reason not to believe her. She could simply have an old-fashioned way of speaking, or an interest in history. When she shows up with a red blotch on her shirt and stammers nervously that she had a nose bleed, well, what is there to do but send her to the nurse?

I’m having trouble ignoring the fangs, though.

I like to think I know the signs as well as - or even better than - the next person, and as an English teacher, it’s my job to follow up on strange behavior in my students. When I spot her lurking in the shadows outside during lunch, flinching at a beam of sunlight, I push my sunglasses up to my forehead and invite her back to my classroom.

“Thank you for joining me, Maddy,” I tell her. “I just wanted to see how you were getting along. I’m rather new here, myself, so I know it can be hard.” 

“Everything’s fine. No problems here,” she says, a hint of a lisp around those sharp canines of hers. “Can I go now?”

“One more thing!” I rummage around in my desk. I need to keep the conversation going long enough to know for sure. I’m certain I won’t find garlic or holy water in my drawer, but there is one thing that will tell me everything I need to know. I slip a thumbtack into my hand. “Nevermind. I was going to give you something, but I can’t seem to find it. Oh well.” I stand as if I’m going to walk her to the door, and just as I pass her, I drive the tack into my palm. 

I look her directly in the eyes. No change. A single drop of blood would be enough to drive a vampire mad.

Faking it for attention - simple as that. Good. I lock the door to my classroom as my mouth begins to water.

These are my hunting grounds.

A Necromancer & His Zombie Boyfriend At An AirBnB

400 Word Flash Fiction (1)/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10

“I told you they wouldn’t have complimentary breakfast. It’s not a Holiday Inn,” Ulrick grumbled, crashing onto the floral monstrosity of a queen size guest bed.  

“Rrrrrr. <Doesn’t hurt to ask,>” hummed Sett from the half bath, amidst whistling and the careful folding of hand towels.

Rising irritably to his feet, Ulrick wandered into the beige bathroom, the pang of early morning hunger still furrowing his eyebrows. He wrapped his arms around Sett’s bare waist and buried his face into his back. “What’s got you so chipper?” he asked, voice muffled in cool, gray flesh. 

Lt. Harris blinked his eyes, the numbers blurred together.  Concentration was fleeting.  All the cups of strong coffee did little to enhance concentration.  He could feel the impending energy crash.  

“Focus!”, he mumbled to himself.  Concentrate!  They’re depending on you.

Panic grew within, and Harris struggled, the basic calculations grew difficult as the panic took hold within.  Remaining bridge crew periodically glanced over, sharing looks of concern and despair. Where are we?

“Lt. Harris,” said Captain Jennings as she approached his nav-console.  “Take a breath.  Come on. Inhale…”

He closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath, with many of the crew joining in the effort.  

“Hold…and exhale,” said the captain.  “Again…inhale…exhale.  Work the problem.”

Harris felt a surge of focus and building confidence as followed the breathing exercises.  He opened his eyes, feeling more calmed and focused.  “Thank you, Captain.”

“How’re the numbers looking?” Jennings said, patting him on his shoulder.  

“Captain, the computer glitch jumbled everything.  It’s too soon to know root causes, but will need to recalculate.”  He glanced out the viewport, the nebulae a beautiful combination of blues, greens, and browns.  “At best, we can get a general direction and rely on dead reckoning.  At worst,” his voice trailed off.

“At worst?”

“Yes, at worst we’ll use up energy and be no closer to finding our way.  Probably one jump, maybe two, and we’ll be drifting.”  The conclusion crystal clear to everyone.  

The weight of the moment built.  The pressure approached critical levels.  Harris felt his heart thump, and breathed deeply again to maintain control.  A dozen eyes were focused on him, their lives, as well as the rest of the crew, depending on his calculations, and to be honest, some educated guesses.  He entered the numbers, checking manually against the computer.  His mouth was dry.

“Got the new numbers in the system, Captain,” Harris said, nodding sharply.

“Thank you, Lt. Harris,” said the captain.  “Helm, set course.”

“Course laid in, Captain,” said Ensign Walker from the console.  


Harris closed his eyes, hoping and praying that his numbers were good.  Here we go.

Art by John Harris.

The fairy was bemused by the request.

“So, you want me to accept your gift?” it asked, just to be sure.

“Yes,” the girl said, holding it out. “Please.”

“But you caught me. I’m bound to give you anything you ask for. Endless gold, flawless beauty, true love,” the fairy said. Centuries had passed since it’d been to the mortal world to dance this dance with them; perhaps they had forgotten the terms. Maybe the ancient trap required more obvious bait.

“I don’t need any of those things,” the girl said. “What I want is for you to take my gift home with you, and keep it safe wherever you put it.”

The fairy looked at the radio collar. The gift was an ugly thing, squat and ungraceful, but there was a blinking light. The fairy had a real weakness for blinking lights.

“Very well,” the fairy said, as regally as it could with its arms full of bulky plastic, and the blinking light glittering madly through its wings. “But know this, foolish girl, that we shall not meet again once I take my leave. You have squandered your fortune and shall live the rest of your life in the shadow of what you might have made of yourself, had you the wit. Goodbye forever!”

The girl stood quietly and watched the fairy go, then opened up her laptop when she was sure the fairy was gone.

Wanna bet?” she said to the empty woods, and grinned.

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Characters: Henry Cavill x female reader

Word count: 348

Warnings: None, pure fluff.

Author’s note: I do not own any of the characters in this short story besides the reader and her son, who are figments of my imagination.

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Henry was sitting on the sofa with your three-year-old son on his lap, trying to teach him how to play Crash Bandicoot.


Day 1: The oceans have disappeared. There are gaping holes where the body of the world used to be. The canyons are hollow and echo like lost souls. 

Day 2: The forests are missing and the trees have foregone us. We now look out over the flat plains and scars across the rolling hills. Nothing rustles. Nothing stirs.

Day 3: The mountains have turned to memories. There is nothing left but scraps and dust and blistering heat. I do not miss the sky. I do not miss the birds. I miss the jagged peaks though and the way they used to make me pray.

Day 4: The animals have been missing for a long time now, but finally, brutally, all sickness has left us too. I am afraid death will be next. I am afraid this empty world will be our cage where even a coffin cannot free us. I am afraid.

Day 5: The CEO finally came to visit us today. He looked down with his glowing eyes, diamond teeth, and pale star-like skin and he told us, “I warned you.” This is what happens when you don’t pay, when your planet falls to debts.

Everything you own is eventually reclaimed.

Emotion: Happy

Characters: Henry Cavill x female reader

Word count: 424

Warnings: None, pure fluff.

Author’s note: This is for @viking-raider​’s emotion challenge: HappySadAngry, Anxious, Exhausted and Playful.

I do not own any of the characters in this short story besides the reader, who is a figment of my imagination.

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Feedback is appreciated.

Henry watched his girlfriend walking through the large entrance to the amusement park in Copenhagen. She had been talking about wanting to show him the 176-year-old park of fun, ever since he told her that they were going to Denmark for a week-long holiday.