Misjudged – Part Seven
Serial Story “Jason, what the hell?” asked Greyson. Scarlett was still behind him and Cash, and Tommy’s mom continued to scream. Jason stood with his shotgun at the ready, breathing heavily, as though...
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Beguile Through Love
Poem Half truths, empty lies that’s why I left you behind Cringing in the light of the sunrise I have slowly started to strive Mind ceasing emotions blind I don’t know the wrong...
Flash Fiction Exercises
Dry: One Syllable Rejection He stands from the bed, as if I’d gone. His strides are long as he moves to the edge of the room. His spine pokes up through his skin when he...
A Good Little Girl in a Big Bad World
Poem Like the echoes of a crumpled sketch I threw into a tin waste basket the beats of my heart continue. It is empty except for the ripped, wrinkled, discarded outlines of the...
The Spirit House
Poem The carpenter laid his hammer down he felt the quiet as a sweet kiss a creaking the ghost was nigh if he listened she would speak to him and he would see...
Animal Dilemmas – Fox Killdeer
Short Story The killdeer colony grew and saturated the enclave with life. Nests were built on top of old nests, generations of birds spent their lives gazing at the whale’s skeleton. Hunter giants fired...
Talk 17 – Non-Stop
Short Story Flower lady, there’s a gypsy at the door for you. Let him in the building. Thanks, have a good evening. Is that her husband? Don’t be rude. He’s not. That’s his errand...
The Rosebush and The Brier – Part One
Short Story John trudged in the knee high waters in the flooded streets of the peninsula. Walking towards what he thought was the inland. He’d decided to ride out the storm and was...
Recordings of Gianna’s Family, Part Eight – Everyone Except Gianna
Short Story August 1st, 2015. Stacy’s Trailer. This is Stacy’s diary. It’s the first of August. You know the drill. So, um… things aren’t good. Right? [pause] I had another panic attack. It’s my...
Animal Dilemmas – Flamingo Flying Fox
Short Story The murderous Flying Fox instituted terror throughout the colony. It recruited all young foxes that were in doubt and continued to raid farms devastating entire crops. The farmers did not hesitate...
Carrion Cost
Poem I believed him a sheep, because I felt the fleece, But the wolf was always there. I never felt the sharpness of his teeth, So his secret hadn’t cost me a care....
