Holy Men in Unholy Times
Apocalyptic Short Story My breathing became labored as chilled air pulled through the damp cloth covering my face. It was a formality, as most doctors knew; a small comfort for the dying. Those entering...
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Apocalyptic Short Story My breathing became labored as chilled air pulled through the damp cloth covering my face. It was a formality, as most doctors knew; a small comfort for the dying. Those entering...
Short Stories There was no fear in those first few minutes. Later I would note my inability of action despite the severity of the situation. I would follow with a suspicion that I...
Serial Story A bright sunset nestled the horizon, casting vague shadows through the oaken forest. Most people would find it beautiful, but to Daniel It was sufficiently underwhelming. Perhaps he had become jaded...
Gothic Short Stories Early morning light cast intimidating beams of shadow through the mist laden forest. This was nothing than a distraction to John, who had already been up for hours. His eyelids...
Short Story The cool, damp, air of early spring pulled heavily into friar John’s labored breaths. His legs grew weary, yet there was a unyielding passion that kept him upright. How many days...
Gothic Short Stories The bright fluorescent light of James’ lantern pierced the darkness of the ancient catacombs, buried in the deepest corners of the Vatican. Books lay scattered and rotting among piles of...
Short Story His grin, that’s the worst part. It was both alien and familiar; a poorly drawn self portrait. It was too perfect to the point of being unsettling. I couldn’t find a...