Sneaking Away – Part Three
Contemporary Fiction Maisee died before her parents even made it to the hospital. An acute lung infection that had been misdiagnosed as asthma. There had been a fluid build up and it was too...
Tagged: death
Freak – Part Five
Serial Short Story “Hey!” Any of the gallantry he had only moments ago was whisked away in an instant. Freak felt as his bowels clenched and then loosened. A smidgen of urine now streamed...
Visiting Privileges
Short Story “Oh, great,” she said. “Now I’m hallucinating.” I smiled. “What do you mean?” I asked. She scoffed. “No, no. I’m not falling for that shit. If I’m dying then I’m dying...
Cups with Coriander: Filters
Serial Fiction I shivered; why is it always overcast and chilly for a burial? The sea of solemn faces at the graveside braced against the cutting wind, and still-closed umbrellas were clutched in...
What Hope There Is…
Reflection Poems Alas my father, Lo my mother, Alas my brother, Lo my sister, I come. No lies to tell, No self to hide, No expectant bites can tame me. No illusions as...
Freak – Part Four
Serial Short Story Attention now turned toward his wounded hand. He didn’t have any bandages and he was without the energy left to rip off another shred of shirt. The sharp taste of...
Over The Edge
Adventure Fiction Stories A thin streak of lightning struck the night sky, temporarily and simultaneously casting the ship into daylight and blinding the occupants. Men scattered around, desperately attempting to work together to...
Freak – Part Three
Serial Short Story What he discovered was unsettling to say the least. It wasn’t a lengthy gash, by any means — but it was substantial. Yet, it wasn’t the size of the injury...
Freak – Part Two
Serialized Fiction Pain. Pain. Pain. When he woke up all he knew was the excruciating pain, all along his body it tormented him but the majority of it resonated from his left thigh....
You Can’t Drive A Dashboard
Free Form Poetry I don’t know what to do The rest of my time here will Spend its last times floating through Doorways, calling out facts and figures to Those who could care...
Peace in the Storm
Short Poem The fascination of the warrior is the flirtation with the abyss. Death, Life, Peace, Honor, Love, and the everlasting. Every sword swing of the Samurai juxtaposed against the blooming of the...
Blessed Light Of Day – Part One
Serialized Storytelling I looked down the narrow shaft and already dreaded the journey ahead. A gentle wind whistled through the holes and passages below, and the moonlight only penetrated through a few surface-level...
