An Immortal’s Suicide
Short Story He watched, agitated, as they died around him. Family after family, loved one after loved one, it didn’t matter. They would grow old, get sick. Always the same. Always by himself at...
Author: Francisco Leyva
The Tramp — Part One
Dystopian Short Story From his high vantage point he had a terrific view of the poor sap below him. The Kid sat in a tiny room made of concrete — the ceiling had fallen...
Devoted to the person that doesn’t care
Couldn’t sing a song if you asked me too Because I’ve been gone for a while Family stares at me funny Can’t see the day like I do Talking, talking, talking What do they...
Intoxicating – Part 1
Why are the scars overshadowed. Curious. Intended vs normal. Bleeding puss and the leaking scabs are welcomed sadly when sober. A representation of not knowing what’s happening in the world. Self inflicted naïveté. The...
The Malevolent One – Part One
Short Story From rock to rock Joe scurried like a muskrat filthy with tattered clothing, the stench of road kill left in the desert affixed to his person. In his right hand he...
The Outside – Part One
Short Fiction With little knowledge of the outside, I stare helplessly at the city gates. Stumbling onto the platform, only a few stragglers continue their shushed conversations. I motion toward John, who rallies...
A Worm Story
Short Story It’s clear to me now that I was not a normal child. Like my peers, I enjoyed watching TV and playing with toys but there was something oddly unique to me...
The Tramp – Part Five
Serial Story Down the road, the Tramp saw a collection of cars jumbled together in a massive crash that must have contained at the very least eight automobiles. Knowing he didn’t have enough...
The Tramp – Part Four
Serial Story The Tramp began a mad frenzy of a display running through the crowds of fleeing people. His blades were thirsty for blood and he was more than willing to quench their...
Freak – Part Six
Serial Fiction “Do you think we should help him?” “Nah, its just that kid from third hour — you know the one. He’s always staring at you.” “I know … but he just seems...
The Golf Club – Part One
Fiction Story I’ve never once felt comfortable at my job. Every moment is thinly veiled with the aura of desperation. It is horrid. Together my colleague Sheriff and I are nearly synonymous with...
The Malevolent One – Part Five
Serial Fiction Story Joe sat chained to his hospital bed. His wrist already beginning to chafe against the plastic zip tie that held his stiff body in the bed. When the alarm first...
