Flashes of Sanity #42: Thin Threads

Welcome to Flashes of Sanity! Your weekly dose of flash fiction on 500 words or less.

This week’s entry: Thin threads


There is only a door between us, Kyle thought. You the successful entrepreneur. And me the dumbass in torn clothes you fucked over.

On the other side of the glass door a man smiled at his visitors. All the higher-ups. They belonged to Kyle’s father. They belonged to Kyle.

“I will show you…” Kyle whispered. “I will have my revenge. You will pay for all you have done to me.”

The man on the other side of the glass door suddenly saw Kyle and an unease fell over his face. One second later the smile was back as he greeted the next  investor. As they walked further in through the lobby the man caught a guard. One whisper and a nod later the guard was on his way towards Kyle.

“Good morning Simon.” Kyle said as the guard opened through the door.

“Mr. Rose.” The guard sighed. “You know you can’t be here…”

“I can be where ever I want to be Simon!” Kyle screamed.

“No you can’t Mr. Rose.”
“I don’t care Simon. That man killed my father. He stole my home from me. I will never let him get away with it!”

The guard sighed. “Your father wouldn’t have wanted this from you.“
Kyle suddenly lost his furious energy. “No.” He said. “Even after the divorce and even after I took my mother’s name he kept me close.“

The guard put his arm around Kyle’s shoulders. “He wanted you to fulfill your true potential.”

“But how could I ever do that. I live on the street. My clothes are torn beyond recognition, and that man walks around living my life!” Kyle took a long deep breath. “The other hobos say my sanity is even thinner than my threads.”

“I didn’t see you at the funeral.“ The guard tried to change the subject.

“I couldn’t go there,  not like this.” Kyle showed of his shirt and jeans barely holding together. “That would have been disrespectful. Who came?”

“Everyone close to Mr. Diamond was there.” The guard helped Kyle down the stairs. “You know what? I will have dinner tonight with some friends. Why don’t you join us?”
Kyle looked hesitantly at his old friend.

“The place we are going to won’t mind your new found sense of fashion, sir.” The guard acknowledged. “And these friends have been longing to meet you after all this time.”
“They have?” Kyle said.

“Yes.” The guard handed Kyle a note. ‘Not a bar’ it said and an address. “We are planning the future.”

Kyle looked at the note. “The future?”
“Yes, the future.” The guard smiled. “I hear it will be hot.”

Flashes of Sanity #41: Abnormal Code

Welcome to Flashes of Sanity! Your weekly dose of flash fiction on 500 words or less. This week’s entry is Abnormal Code!


”So tell me again, what did you do?” Warner scratched his head. This was just amazingly weird. All these years as professor and he had never seen anytging like this.

“Okay, first I changed the code in one line.” Sigla showed Warner the raw data of the program Warner himself built years ago. Just one change. A T instead of a C. “Then I ran the simulation according to protocol.”

Sigla pressed the run command and the screen turned dark. “How about grabbing a coffee while we wait?”

Warner nodded still baffled with what Sigla told him just minutes ago. Could they really have been that lucky?

“At first everything ran as normal.” Sigla pressed a button on the coffee machine. “Then after a while I began seeing the log diverging from the standard curve. Complexities clustered quicker.”
So far all things good, Warner thought and accepted the coffee from his undergraduate, even better than expected.
“Then the complexities dispersed instantaneouslu and the log ended below the standard curve.” They walked back to the office. “And the complexities grew slowly just to explode and implode again.”
“Have you controlled the change locally?”
“Yes, the change seems to be connected to signaling within the hosts.”
On the dark screen a log printed itself slowly. Graphs showed two lines competing to reach the top.
“Instead of controlled curiosity the hosts with the change work in a chaotic state of need.” Sigla continued. On the screen the blue line crashed down on the complexity graph.
Warner scanned the other graphs. Sample size abruptly also dipped for the blue.
“They are killing each other.” He whispered.
“Yes.” Sigla sipped his coffee. “The worst thing is that even though complexity show a cyclic structure, it steadily goes upwards. And once it reaches a complexity high enough…”
Suddenly the sample size collapsed.
“No…” Warner leaned closer.
“Yes, whole societies gone in an instant. These collapses also follows a cyclical pattern.”
“So they successfully repopulate?”
“Every time.” Sigla zoomed in the sample size and Warner got to see the few survives climb the line upwards. “After each collapse they rebuild faster.”
“I think you just found the gene for destruction.” Warner sighed.
“I think so too, sir. And it was just one mutation away all the time.”
“I am so glad it never caught on in our civilization.“ Warner said as the blue complexity line once again spiraled towards its red counterpart just to pass it.
“I will have the report ready within a year.” Sigla taped the keyboard and a writing program showed itself where he had prepared an excerpt.
‘The lucky mutation’ it said.
“I hope no society in our universe ever catches this virus.” Sigla exclaimed. “A society with these cravings could be lethal to everyone.”

Warner sipped his coffee, he agreed. Such civilizations could doom them all.

Flashes of Sanity #40: A Genuine Fiend

Welcome to Flashes of Sanity! Your weekly dose of flash fiction on 500 words or less. This week’s entry is A Genuine Fiend!


Where am I? Isa thought to himself, what have happened?
Isa recalled the bottle after a long day.
”You know what they say right?” A voice said in the darkness. ”In the dark, only the dead find meaning.”
”They say that?” Isa focused on the voice. Male. 40.
”No, they don’t.” The man laughed. ”Idiot. I always loved that about you.”
So I know of him, Isa quickly scanned his memory. Could he be an old case revenger? Unlikely. Was it their current case? Maybe.
”I am sorry.” Isa said. ”But I don’t seem to recall who you are.”
It was worth a shot.
”You don’t! Well, I have known you for a long time. Some would even call me your best friend.”
Now Isa laughed. ”Sorry. But the last one who called me best friend slept with my girlfriend.”
”Matt was never your friend!” The man’s voice turned harsh.
Good, Isa thought.
”Matt never wanted your best…”
”But you do? I am sorry but I have missed the point where tying me up in the dark is my best.”
”You will understand. ” The man’s steps echoed against the floor. ”We have some time to talk before you die.”
A deadline, Isa sighed, how wonderful.
”The first time I noticed you.” A lighter suddenly lit next to Isa’s face. ”Your hair caught fire.”
Isa flinched. The light went out.
”I was ten!” He said. “Have you been tracking me since I was ten.”
”I begun much earlier Isa, but that was when I found you fascinating. Already back then you showed an interest for… pain.”
Isa froze in his chair and stared into the darkness. “What do you mean?”
“Come on Isa! Don’t act around me. I genuinely want what’s best for you.“
Wait, Isa told himself, wait for the monster to give you more.
“Trying the McKalvey method?”
Isa’s heart pounded fiercely inside his chest. Off course the monster knew. It made sense.
“Yes. Not very effective it seams.” Isa said. “I lit myself on fire, was that what you wanted to hear? I liked it.”
“Now we are getting somewhere. You have enjoyed fires for a long time now.”
“I think you have gotten something wrong here.” Isa wrestled with the rope. “I only lit myself on fire one summer.”
“True.” The whole room began burning. “But you have played with fire ever since.”
Isa fell back against the cement floor and the chair broke. He was free.
“You found out you enjoyed the pain. How many times have you been to the ER now again?”
Isa listened carefully. “To be fair I never planed on going there.”
“Yes, and the next time you won’t walk out.”
Isa attacked. A bull’s eye.
“I am pretty sure you won’t walk out either.”
“I only want what is best for you.” The man wheezed.
Isa pushed harder.
“You are dying.” The man said with his last breath.
Isa’s heart stopped with his hand still wrapped around a bottle.


So it has come to this…

I am changing the name for my 500 Word flash fictions!

It occurred to me that the challenge of a story of 500 words or less every week is finished, and honestly it doesn’t pose the same challenge anymore. So I am changing the name to…



Kinda proud of that honestly.

In the same manner I will structure my blog posts under 4 banners:

Flashes of Sanity: A weekly short story of 500 words or less. These posts will keep the numbering from my previous 500 words banner.

I like shorts: A segment where I put the stories who are not part of Flashes of Sanity.

Thoughts of Insanity: Highly irregular posts where I talk about everything from what I listen to where I forget my socks and updates on my writing

Optional Opinions: I have been thinking about adding a review segment to my blog. Mostly books or comic books. This will just as Thoughts of Insanity be highly irregular.

Hopefully these changes will bring some freshness into the blog and some needed structure!

500 Words – Entry 39: Gray: A retailers dream

If you want to read this week’s story about a weird meeting at a store, don’t worry. It is still here. Just further down in this entry.I have added some blog-like personal thoughts to this and the last entry.

Personal thoughts

It feels like I am ramping up my writing! And I have alot in the pipeline both for the blog and my writing in general! This is so exciting (and a little nerve wrecking). Stay tuned!

I have discovered a couple of new podcasts that really excite me. They really have opened my eyes around the business of being an author.

1. The creative Penn podcast ( https://open.spotify.com/show/070M71FwN4u6HOivKRvqvq?si=UvmWJa_eTnmSFjWeSY1_ug&utm_source=copy-link )

2. 6 figure author podcast ( https://open.spotify.com/show/3YVuvQBs7OVWYRxm2Sqmyx?si=W8ACK2pqTJi8bYsB9hESgw&utm_source=copy-link)

Do you have any great podcasts? Send me a link!

Now to the story!

I had a blast writing this story. Gray just had som special about him. I hope you will have a laugh too.

Gray: The Retailer

”HELLO!” The voice echoed above the shelves. “Welcome to Food Palace – Where we make life easy.”
“Hush.” Matt said. “Did you hear that? Let’s be quiet, okay?”
Little Joe nodded.
“How can I help you todaaaaaaa-!” And there he was, Gary ‘Gray’. His feet lost their grip and slid on the tiles. For effect, he imitated a motorcycle.
“I see you brought Joe today.” Gray pinched the babies cheeks. “let me help you with that cart.”
Joe burst into tears.
“I think someone wants to have a loooollipop.”
Before Matt had the time to object, Joe hade a red lollipop in his mouth and a storm of new pinches hailed upon the reddening cheeks.
“So Matt, how can I help you today? “ Gray turned to Matt who saw Joe cry while turning hyperactive.
“I don’t need any help. “ Matt said. “We are just here for a quick errand.”
“Matt… no one enters food palace for a quick errand.” Gary steered them towards the vegetables.
“But we only need mi-. “
“Do you like my new shirt?“ Gray suddenly halted. “It is in fifty shades. Just like me.“ He leaned closer to Matt. “I am gonna let you in on a secret, I have learned a thing or two. And my playroom draws women like crazy.“
“Playroom?” The father said as two carrots landed in his cart. “I said… “
“Have I showed you our news?“ Gray suddenly steered deeper into the store.
“You should see the craziness we have taken in.” Gray continued . “Boats, cars… You know wwhat we sell houses. Maybe we should rename our self ‘The Palace’. “
“But I wanted milk.” Matt resisted but suddenly stopped. “Is that…”
“Yes.” Gray put his arm around Matt’s shoulders. “A full sized lego tank!”
Between them, Joe jumped up and down in sugary high.
“And you know what… “ Gray leaned closer. “It is on sale.”
“I could never…” Matt stared at the giant monstrosity . “We don’t have the money… Lisa would never…”
“Like you care what she thinks!” Gray blurted. Joe got a new lollipop and reached a terrifying hyper energized state .
“I do!” Matt looked startled at all the fifty shades of Gray.
“Sure.” Gray whistled in disbelief. “From what Lisa told me in my playroom you are kind of disappointment.”
Matt looked in confusion at the man who didn’t look to ever land anyone off the opposite sex. “Lisa has seen your playroom?”
“Many times and I gotta tell you, that tiger knows her stuff. “
“Tiger?” The craziness of it all got shady. “She hasn’t worn those in years.”
“Only for special occasions. They really shows her best sides.” Gray shaped a woman’s curves with his hands. “So what do you say? Lego tank? Or not?”
“I don’t know…” Matt said as he signed the paper and his mind thought tiger stripes and fifty shades.
“Now go and fulfill your dreams!” Gray disappeared between the shelves.
“Damn you Gray.” Matt sighed.

500 Words – Entry 38: The Reviewer

Once again… Wednesday! Once again I have a short story for your entertainment.

I have used a random word generator to find inspiration for this and the following entries. It has posed a bit more of challenge for my writing but I find fun to work in more limited environment.

The word for this week was Reviewer, it actually worked out pretty well.

And well I will give you the words guiding my upcoming entries as well just to tease you a bit 😉

They are: Retailer, Abnormal, Threads, Heir, Asylum, Homosexuals

What will I do with these words? Stay tuned to find out!

Anyway… Lets get to the short story.

The Reviewer

Dale Riderstorm stood in front of a door. Most people would see just that, only a door. Dale was no normal people. He was The Reviewer. The rich’s boogeyman. He saw a white paint so clean the door shone in the morning light. He saw the code lock with fingerprint recognition.
Dale scanned the door from top to bottom as he picked up a color chart from his front pocket. He opened the chart to page 91.
As suspected, he thought slyly.
‘Cotton white from Shuster’s paint and home décor’ He noted in his leather notebook bought at Authors and Doers. The smell filled him with calm. No one could make notebooks as Laura does.
He looked over his shoulder and glansed at the other houses. seven out of ten with code locks. All from the same manufacturers.
Business must be booming, he thought for himself.
Dale stepped back. He studied the windows. Also cleaned with an extraordinary precision. Out of his left pocket, he picked up a flashlight no larger than a pen. The light beam refracted into all shades of blue as it hit the windows.
‘Qlever Home Cleaning’ Dale noted. They were the only who used detergents with that refraction pattern.
Dale decided that he had seen enough and walked up to the door and knocked. He could hear his subtle knock vibrate through the door and create a heavy echo on the other side.
‘A Bernard Hausen Woodwork Door. Quality.’ He noted.
A man in jeans and a shirt opened the door. No freshly pressed suit. Dale smiled. It probably waited in the closet until Dale had left.
How stupid the rich are, he thought as he picked up his notebook again.
‘Grim Denim. Loose Fit. Extra tears from’ Dale took a closer look at the jeans. ‘Western Clothing. BesQ Shirt. Summer Edition.’ Dale looked down at the socks. ‘Submarines Diamond Edition. Luxurary on Demand.’
The man looked at Dale’s pen and then at his socks. He swallowed.
“Kyle Rose?” Dale loved the fear in all the victims eyes before the hammer came down. He held back a shiver.
“Yes.” The man stuttered.
“I am the Reviewer.” Dale walked in without waiting for Kyle to invite him. “Are you alone?”
Kyle looked around as if he made sure he was  not forgetting anything. A reflex he shared with so many other creeps. “No I am all alone.”
“How great!” Dale put on his leather gloves. Highest quality. Easy to clean. “Please close the door. We don’t want the neighbors to know about your shameful living.”
Kyle nodded. He hesitated.
“We don’t run from our problems Kyle. Such impulses could make our matter really ugly.”
As if he was electrocuted Kyle immediately closed the door.
“So Kyle Rose…” Dale smiled as he looked around. So many possibilities. “You know why I am here. Let the review begin.”

500 Words – Entry 37: Conspiracy Theorist

It is time for my weekly short story!

But first… A little update! (yeah I am testing something new again)

From next week I will start using a random word generator for themes on my short stories. This will bring a new level to this challenge. I am looking forward to this so much.

On my other writing projects:

I have sent a pitch to a publisher for the Thundering Flame comic book project I have been working on. Let’s see how this goes!

On Demons in Cotton, I have decided to go for self-publishing. So now I am looking for an editor and hopefully this will soon be resolved.

A lot is happening right. And it feels like I am entering into a new era of my writing life!

Stay tuned for more information!

Now to the story!

Conspiracy theorists

Sonja was no lady with a tin foil hat tyghtly wrapped around her head. No, that was the idiocy level 1 conspiracy theorists. Sonja left those days behind her a long time ago. When she met Grant. Wheen he taught her the levels.
No more government against the small people. No more lizards behind rich faces. No more flat earth.
The world was built differently. It was a layer. Nothing else. And all the crazyness was what came when you piled layer on top off layers on top off layers. It was pressure nothing else.
Sonja hugged the heavy book closer to her chest. ’Physics of an unstable world’ by Grant Buster. A true master piece. A true master. All needed to understand was on these pages. Explanations of the human psyche. Diagrams of a world spiraling into chaos.
She was so happy he reached out to her before it was too late. Now they can change the world. They can save it.
”Thank you for coming on such a short notice. ” Grant said in the distance.
Sonja looked up into the candle light. ”How could I not?” She said. ”The world’s safety is an urgent matter.”
”It is indeed…” The old man limped closer. His cane with its dragon head was carved out of marble. Yet he carried it as it was nothing but cheap plastic. ”And the world must never know of the work we do.”
”Yes.” Sonja put the book down on her knees. ”I haven’t told a soul, but if they knew what hides between these pages.” She caressed the spine. ”They would change their ways, I truly believe so.”
”You young ones are so naive.” Grant sighed. ”I have tried many times in my youth but never have it penetrated through the ignorant minds. We must do what they cannot. We must be seen as outcasts so they can live the good life. ”
A pause stayed between them for what Sonja thought felt like forever before Grant once again spoke.
”It is time for you to become a level 10. ”
”What?” Sonja turned to her meister. ”But I am only a 5, how could I jump all the way to 10. It has taken my years to get here.”
”Yes, but time is of essence. And I do not know how long I have left.” Grant leaned on Sonja’s chair. ”Your real training begins now. You will have no breaks, you will never see home again. You will not be a member of the ignorant anymore. You are ready my child. ”
Sonja swallowed her fear and all the memories of the life she once called her home. ”Yes I am. ” She said.
”Good. Turn to page 439. ”
Sonja obeyed and looked at the drawings in front of her. All the components, and all the chemicals.”What is this? ”
”That?” Grant rested his heavy marble cane on her book. ”That is a bomb for our enemies. I want you to bring it to yhem. ”
Sonja hesitated. ”Do you want me to detonate a bomb with our enemies? Do you want me to kill myself in the name of our cause?”
Grant laughed. ”No, I don’t want you to kill yourself. ” Then she felt is breath along her neck. ”You see at level 10 you don’t die. His fangs dug into her skin.
She gasped for air but nothing reached her lungs. She screamed but her voice was already dead. The book hit the floor and her empty body crashed down beside it. In the corner of her eye she saw Grant walk closer. Nowhere was the limp that one was his trademark.
”Please don’t kill me.” Sonja whispered. Her weak heart gave of a desperate final beat.
”Welcome my creature of the night” Grant whispered into her ear. ”Now let your body die and join me in the dark.”

500 Words – Entry 36: A hairy beast

Yes! Another Wednesday! And this time let’s talk about a beast in a black fur.


A Hairy Beast

“You are my hairy beast.” It was what his wife called him. He loved how she curled the R while saying it.

He loved how he couldn’t walk into a room without being noticed. He thrived in their respect and their awe.

That said he was used to seeing hair in the drain. It was the price one paid for magnificence. The thick blackness swirling downwards, clogging the pipes as they disappeared.

This felt different.

It was his hair. It was the same thickness, the same blackness.

It just lacked life.

Soon all of it would be gone. In the drain, in the garbage can. Everywhere but where it should be.

Soon his enormous being would shrink. No heads would turn as he walked by. No one would walk out of his way. No. No one would notice him.

Soon all he would be was pancreatic cancer. Discovered too late. Prognosis too bad. Medication just for show.

He dragged his hand through the thick blackness once again. Hair straws followed the fingers as they left the scalp.

“I am a hairy beast.” Words so hollow they fell down the drain with what once was his being.

He told himself that he would fight this. He would survive. He would once again become one hairy beast with Rs curling with excitement.

As the man of respect he was, the lie stung. Even at this stage.

500 Words – Entry 35: Nachos and murder

A trip into the monologue of a mad man. And he likes nachos

Nachos and murder

Asphalt bleeds in the summer heat, did you know that? You did? I did not. You know what it doesn’t matter. Not when nachos are this cheap.


This is the best dip. Lets embrace the moment shall we… Yeah Yeah cry… It is not like you make any difference.

I need more nachos. Hey what do I have to do to get some more nachos around here!

Hah I am sorry. I forgot. I can make some myself. How hard can it be really.





Want to have a bite?

Hah two times within a couple of minutes. Silly me. I will mix it for you. Do you want a straw?

There, there, everything will be okay. They screamed of happiness. Does that make it better? No. How bad. Lets try again. I want you to smiiiiiile. You hear me?

That wasn’t so hard was it? We just have to wipe your cheeks a little.

Hmm that made it worse. Maybe if we use some water?

OH sorry! Wrong bucket!

No no stop screaming. JUST STOP SCREAMING!


Well Well.

Heeeey. You look like fun company. Your friend over there was kind of a mood killer. You look like you laugh alot.

You hear that!? Sirens. They will celebrate US. This is the time!

Lets get married! Too fast? It is just something with your eyes and those dimples. Oh I would love those… Shit. The knife slipped.

No don’t cry. Not you too.

No you know what? Papa is tired of your shit. Lets divorce. Colt says he would looove to help.

That was easy wasn’t it?

And now to the men in blue.

Welcome to my party!

500 Words – Entry 34: Voices

This one turned into more of a monologue than a story. It turned out pretty good anyway, so read and stay safe folks


It all began with a single thought.

Maybe I am not made for this.

Nothing more. Nothing less. It was an echo in the static, a mumble in a crowd. Then silence. For a long time. But never forever. Once it returned the voice brought a friend. And two voices echoed.

This is not worth it.

I pushed them away. They were not me. They were not what I believed. I was happy. Most of the time.

It will be easier without me.

Four voices became eight. Sixteen. Thirty-two. Soon they where more than hundred, and just some friends in my head became too much to ignore. The waves began.

I am meaningless.

I am useless.

I am nothing.

I smiled. I laughed. I kept it all inside. Cause’ what no one knows doesn’t exist. Right? That is how it works. It must be? If I tell it to myself enough times, maybe it becomes real.

No one really cares.

I was drowning. And wherever I looked everyone was to busy with their own life. It is fair. In this world we are all alone against the tides. We are all just surviving. Some better than others.

They are all pretending to care.

Once I wanted to scream, it was to late. The crowd inside was too strong. They were already done. I was alone and lonely, and I wanted to be. I had already decided.

My end has come.

The crowd is silent now. They have been for days. They only nod in approval.

I will free us.