Ben Hsu

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Fantasy · Fiction · Flash Fiction · Heavy Handed Parable · Modern Fantasy
House and Housemates

Two housemates occupied a house. It was not a big house, nor a particularly fancy house; but it was the only house they could afford, so they called it home. As is the way of these tales the two housemates were diametrically opposite. Where one was very neat and tidy the other was slovenly. One…

Fantasy · Fiction · Flash Fiction · Heavy Handed Parable
Broken

They were born into a broken world; screaming and crying with confusion, grasping for a meaning, a purpose, a reason, searching for something a broken world couldn't offer. When they found nothing they screamed all the louder. Soon, one voice rose above the cacophony, screaming louder and longer than the rest. The voice's confusion turned…

Fiction · Flash Fiction · LGBT
The Checklist

"Hey, I know this is kind of weird, but before we head out, I need to ask you a few questions." "Okay? Sure, I guess. What about?" "Been reading stuff on the Internet. Scary shit, just gotta make sure. So you're a guy right?" "What? You've known me for three years. How could you not…

Fantasy · Fiction · Flash Fiction · Heavy Handed Parable · Modern Fantasy
The Cuckoo

"Cuckoo, cuckoo!" The Cuckoo cried. His bright orange plumage flowed behind him, catching the sunlight just so. The people flocked to him, tripping over themselves to give him their riches. He'd grow fat on the wealth of faraway lands and promised to show the people his ways. Soon the riches of the people dwindled. Angry,…

Fantasy · Fiction · Flash Fiction · Heavy Handed Parable
The Power of Thoughts and Prayers

High up on the hill overlooking The Village lived a wealthy merchant. He had worked hard to become as wealthy as he was and often spent his time bragging about his wealth to the villagers below. For their part, The Villagers were annoyed by his boasting, but took it in stride. After all, he had…

Flash Fiction · Nonfiction
Night Dreams

We amble into the place just after 2:16 in the morning, like we always did, like we always had.  The florescent lights beam down on us, and a freshly mopped floor waits for us to trample dirt into the pale white linoleum.  Past the linoleum a puce carpet holds a crowded cluster of faux wooden…