Tagged: fiction
Altered State – Final
The door was flung open almost immediately after I knocked, revealing my mother. She had bags under her eyes and looked thinner than she was before I left. “Hey, mom.” Her eyes widened as...
Altered State – Part Eleven
The sun was much brighter outside of the forest. I held my hand up to shield my eyes but it was still difficult to see. My bare feet burnt with every step I took...
Blue and Gold
Short Story The summer was made of us driving, sitting, and getting drunk. Our work schedules didn’t match up well, so we would always hangout pretty late in the day. We’d drive your truck...
Altered State – Part Ten
I wasn’t ready. Kate said they wouldn’t hurt me if I get caught, but I didn’t believe that. I tried, though—it seemed inevitable that no matter how hard I tried to escape they’d get...
Altered State – Part Nine
Short Story Doctor Wilson leaned against the counter with his arms folded over his chest. “What if Tanya decides not to show up?” “She’ll be here,” said Kate. “We’ve both been working with her...
Altered State – Part Eight
Short Story It was surprising to me that Kate believed I could get out of here unnoticed. I wanted to believe her, but that was hard. Doctor Wilson didn’t seem so sure, either. “And...
Altered State – Part Seven
Doctor Wilson and Kate turned to look at each other. They seemed to quickly come to some sort of agreement before Kate turned back to the men. “We’ll cooperate, but may I ask why...
Altered State – Part Six
Short Story Kate hit a few buttons on the machine and I closed my eyes, bracing for pain. It didn’t come, but I wasn’t ready to let my guard down yet — this is...
Talk 16 – Gamble
Serial Fiction All tooth brushes have unique sorties. Some are simple. They are made, bought, used twice a day until all their hairs fall off and are then discarded. Some are complicated. Some are...
Talk 13 – Ladder
Short Story But I think we are overstaying our welcome. I invite everyone upstairs. We still have half a bottle of whiskey and some roasted almonds. You’re fine. I don’t get many visitors...
