Superstition
Short Story My wristwatch was stuck at half past two, even though the morning sun indicated otherwise. Most people would get a battery, reset the time and move on with their day. But...
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Short Story My wristwatch was stuck at half past two, even though the morning sun indicated otherwise. Most people would get a battery, reset the time and move on with their day. But...
Short Story John Stone raised his flame high and let it pierce through Zerzura’s afternoon darkness. The people, getting their first breathes of fresh air since the instatement of the lockdown, flocked to the...
Sci Fi Stories “Hit the skids, ya drunk!” Jopp jumped back just in time to avoid the flailing body being hurled into the street. The body landed with a splash in a muddy puddle....
Love Poem Once upon a night (in a dreamy place they met) As I lay at your side, Caressed by your exhale Your sounds echoing o’er the silence Your arms holding with every breathe...
Short Story The Dragonfish was in a positive mood having stashed a large chunk of meat that would feed it for a few days. It still hunted but never left the vicinity of the...
Serial Novel The father and husband who traditionally must be the last line of defense wasn’t. Instead of lending a warm hand and some of his time he saw the situation as an opportunity...
Short Story After the Bird of Paradise stopped singing and dancing and settled on a mate it grew serious and became busy with lovemaking. At first its mate felt lucky after seeing countless opponents...
Short Story The Condor flew all night and in the morning it landed at the edge of the jungle by pool at the foot of a waterfall to take a drink of water. The...
Short Story We walked through the dark streets of Lavapiés, past shuttered Indian, Chinese, and Arabic shops selling trinkets and mysterious packaged goods. The streets were empty except for young North African men who...
Poem The moon hangs low In a crimson sky Shifting sands upon A shining shore I see here standing there She is still I can see how the wind plays With her golden...
Pantoum Poem The heart must crack. To accept more love, first it will break. It will become full and burst into one thousand sparking bits. To make room, the heart must split its seams...