Aftermath, by Philip Harris

Abby looked around the room and threw up.

Her parents were dead. Not just dead; they’d been torn apart, their limbs strewn around the room. Her brother, Jacob, had somehow escaped the carnage. Terrified, he was sitting on the floor, his back pressed into the corner of the room. Blood seeped from a gash in his cheek to mix with the tears streaming down his face.

Abby looked down at the taloned weapon her arm had become and let out a soft cry. She still loved her brother.

Jacob screamed as Abby walked towards him, her eyes filled with rage.

~~~

Philip Harris was born in England but now lives in Vancouver, Canada where he works for a large video game developer. Not content with creating imaginary worlds for a living, he spends his spare time indulging his love of writing. His non-fiction articles have appeared in such enigmatic magazines as EXE, WTJ and CGI. His fiction credits include Garbled Transmissions, So Long, and Thanks for All the Brains, Peeping Tom, New Horizons, Flurb and Blood Samples. He has also worked as security for Darth Vader. You can find his blog at http://www.solitarymindset.com

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Posted on April 13, 2013, in Issue 8: Tiny Tall Tales Drabble Issue #2 and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. Woah! WTF!! This rocked.

  2. Thanks, I’m glad you enjoyed it.

  3. Thanks, I’m glad you enjoyed it.

  4. Short and sweet. I really liked this.

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