Reunion of Death – Part Four
Serial Fiction continued from part three Tears were rolling down Matt’s cheeks at this point. Seth got up and brought him a tissue. No one said anything. Rita dabbed at her eyes...
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Serial Fiction continued from part three Tears were rolling down Matt’s cheeks at this point. Seth got up and brought him a tissue. No one said anything. Rita dabbed at her eyes...
Serial Story Scarlett’s face was turning scarlet, looking like she was about to explode. Before she could, Greyson stepped between her and Tommy’s dad, Arnold. “Sir,” began Greyson, “Is Tommy implying that you’re an...
Poem Dark and murky, seeping under doors and into the soul, the smell that awakens memory, and bittersweet air of loss. Warm and sticky, it curls around the heart and grips her, makes...
Adventure Story The wind caught the sails and the ship lurched. Cyril scrambled to the railing in order to steady himself. He regained his footing and looked back at their pursuers. Sunlight glinted off...
Poem I used to write. So many words about love, lust, hurt, desire, life. Some still exist in places on the internet I don’t go to anymore, some I threw away because I...
Spoken Word It takes courage to break bread With a sidewalk To raise a toast to the sounds Of rising tidal wave in the Form of feet — all sizes Fashions, all caring...
Haibun Poem Thanksgiving Day, November 22nd Another wave of sickness strikes. I’m on my knees over the master bath toilet. Orange-and-brown bile fills water and stains the porcelain rim, along with the painted...
Poem Today I was walking down the street with the Smell of fall in the air and the Crunch of leaves beneath my feet and I Couldn’t help but think of how this...
Short Story The Giant Squid had many feverish nightmares about whales, sharks and giant harpoons. The weight of the entire ocean rested on top of it. In between spells of unconsciousness it managed...
Serial ‘You can’t better your parents. Even if you are wiser than them. Older people refuse to take feed from youth. It’s almost insulting to them, makes them feel at a loss.’ Paused...
Serial Story I woke up on another couch, in a house. She was there. She shook my chest and made sure I was awake and ready. She led me outside to the garden,...