Animal Dilemmas – Zebras Gazelle
Short Story The surviving Gazelle skipped through the tall grasses in a panic until it could run no more. The herd was too far by then and the frail animal was left alone. The...
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The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part One: The Baker 38
Literary Novel He mumbled something to the driver, took his tie and those square shoes off, fixed his stare at the back of his head and stopped thinking. He probably should have asked for...
Ladies Man
Sexual Poem Hi. I’m Mike. I like to masturbate over babes with shaved havens and penetrate them to the sound of their hymens breaking. I’m shy and lazy, but try to make time...
Sands of My Broken Timing Glass: Reprise
Poem And what I saw were mistakes that a child makes with her entire fragile frame of mind, seeing nothing but the sands of time as she races to finish her self-steepened climb....
2 Poems On Identity
Poems on Identity Codeine Identity Crisis What shall I call myself? Perhaps I am a blessing distributed drip by drip by drip to cozied cups clutched within infinitely curling fingers. Or better yet I...
The Pacific Design Center
Place Poem A man fell to his death. “Likely suicide,” they said, as if he tripped, dropped off eleven floors by accident or saw his widow place her hands over her ears to...
Best and Worst Flights – Part Two
Contemporary Story W.O.R.S.T F.L.I.G.H.T.: Nope, that’s not an abbreviation, just an emphasis of how bad my worst flight EVER really was. My worst flight occurred when I was leaving Australia after having lived...
Zedlist – Part Twenty Seven
Serial Fiction Novel Colin opened his eyes. “I want you to stay focused on the white light around us”, Tim said in a calm and supportive tone. “Can you feel it?” “I can”, Colin...
Electric Veins
Poem Here in her video game blanket she rides the wind Electric guitar strings wiring her brain Pink hair soaking Clouds moving, skin glowing Adventure in everything Racing in the rain, a ride...
Dawn Rising
Free Verse Poem In Jackson dawn rises as slowly as a weary, puerperal mother. The sky is a deep, pale azure hidden just above the tree line. With expectant pride it hovers over a...
