Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Five
Horror Story Shutting the door of her room gave Jennifer an enclosed, cocoon sensation that made her knees weak and her eyelids heavy. She emptied her pockets of their contents and dropped them on...
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The Smuggs Chronicle, Part Eleven
Haibun Eleventh Day: August 28, 2013 Mira and I walk resort trails. We pass a bears and berries walk up the road to Notchville Park, heading toward the reservoir. Blue, plastic maple syrup sap...
The Ocean And I At The End Of The World
Poem I was there- where the sand starts to spill over, My toes splayed out across the cold tar, The marram grass combing the sky in riots. I was there with the sea in...
The Last Warning
Short Story Fully eclipsed amongst the vast coniferous wilderness lay a shadowy log cabin. Its exterior walls crudely fashioned from the surrounding forests collection of rotting logs, each eerily displaying long strips of cascading...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Four
Short Story After a relatively routine work day, and increasingly more routine parking ticket, Jennifer spurred her clunker of a car back to her driveway without falling apart. Her mother’s car was parked beside...
Cosmic Caper – Part Two
Science Fiction Jorwei adjusted the shoulder strap of his new electric shotgun as he stepped into the cool evening breeze. He walked across the street and leaned against the guard rail. Stretching out before...
Sand – Part Two
Short Story I’ve been getting more angry than usual. Ever since I got home, the tiniest little shit can manage to set me off like a firecracker. I vaguely remember being an easygoing...
Talk 26 – Dog Day
Short Story Tolerance my friends, tolerance. People come to me to tell their sins away and to listen to mine, which are greater and more disgusting, so they feel better about themselves. But if...
The Smuggs Chronicle, Part Ten
Haibun Tenth Day: August 27, 2013 We’re in a booth at 158 Main. Mira’s first cup of coffee is so full that she can’t add milk. Our breakfast arrives. My first bite of pancake...
Recordings of Gianna’s Family: Part Four – Vinny
Short Story April 1st, 2015. Living room. Mom, I’m leaving you this message on your computer. You’re asleep right now. I just have a lot on my mind, and it’s better that I put...
A Last Chance Or None At All
Poem The end walked whistling by, under the shinning sun. It had got tired of all the hue and cry, was going for a sun burn. The water in the rivers had died, and...
