by Pat Bove | Jan 21, 2025 | Absurd Flash Fiction
God sat at his desk, thinking of what major tragedy he should cause next, when he heard a knock at the door. “Michael,” God said, smiling, but the smile faded at the sight of the data geek standing next to his favored son. “And Lucifer.” The two scurried in, fumbling...
by Pat Bove | Jan 19, 2025 | Microfiction
The patient was dead for five minutes before I revived him. He sat up with red eyes, examined his hands and in a low growl said: “This body will...
by Pat Bove | Jan 19, 2025 | A Short Story
King Caidan was not an indecisive man. From a young age, he showed confidence that his two older brothers lacked. When he was twelve, his father, King Harold, was assassinated by the court jester. The sound of hushed whispers filled the court as the jester, his...
by Pat Bove | Jan 19, 2025 | A Short Story
Since its announcement, the theory had been reduced to the delusions of a once-great man. The data was there, but discredited. Some even accused it of being doctored. Had it not been for the famous man behind it, they’d never have given him the stage. Even the most...
by Pat Bove | Jan 19, 2025 | Absurd Flash Fiction
The day my uncle turned off Faux News and called it annoying loud noise, I knew something was up. I can summarize my uncle in one sentence and you will understand the kind of man he is. His largest regret in life is that he was unable to make it to the January 6th...
by Pat Bove | Jan 19, 2025 | A Short Story, Fiction
It was winter when Beelzebub and his armies returned. I was a priest in the age of man. I hoped that might matter. Even when the dark armies gathered all holy men across all regions, I thought we had a purpose. It was a foolish hope. Upon his arrival, Beelzebub spoke...
