I am unbelievably undecided between posting this series of stories as a weekly flash fiction installment OR saving my writing for a later full publication. Thoughts?
How can I balance giving interested readers a taste of my ongoing work without giving up too much for free online when I intend to pursue it as a private publication later down the road?
Well, regardless, here is D.R Breshears’ latest personal work. My past year of ideas between my Hector series, Sleepwalking series, and creepy short stories are slowly coming together into an exciting clusterfuck of an idea. Clearly, the title isn’t the most clever, but it’s a work in progress. Enjoy.
Black eyes peered out of the spot where Hector lay, his fingers moving rapidly underneath his sheets and what looked like a well-experienced typist speed.
‘Honey.’ She grimaced as his fingers stopped suddenly.
His movements were clearly agitated as he forced his hands to his side, his black eyes glistening up toward the popcorn-stained ceiling instead of meeting her own softly tired ones.
‘Yes’. It was not quite a response, more of a statement he made, very confidently.
Her eyes twitched from sleep deprivation as she moved her thoughts around to figure a way to put her words into the fragile room carefully. She always had a tendency to want to snatch them back after she said them, she did not want to do this with Hector in the same room.
‘You need to go to sleep, otherwise, we won’t have a good day at the doctor tomorrow’. Nervously, she paused. She waited for a response, watching the slight upturns and rounded curves of his lips as he looked to ponder a rebuttal.
His eyes changed from lackluster ceiling fixation to burn-a-hole-through-the-door-behind-her focus.
The color that shown through today was the same Coraline Button-Eyed-Black she had seen before. It was haunting, to say the least.
‘If I sleep, I will walk’. Very matter of factly he blinked away the next words he looked like he wanted to say.
Instead, he muttered quietly, and maybe even timidly this time, ‘You know what that’s like now, don’t you mom’.