Animal Dilemmas – Polar Bear Octopus
Short Story The water in the tank was the perfect temperature. The Octopus’ favorite corrals and seaweeds grew from the floor. A dark, domed cavity was at the center where it could rest from...
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Short Story The water in the tank was the perfect temperature. The Octopus’ favorite corrals and seaweeds grew from the floor. A dark, domed cavity was at the center where it could rest from...
Science Fiction Orb Kreesh was meant as a prototype before the beginning of time and life, created by Karby, the magnificent. Karby wanted to try if life could be created and sustained so...
Short Story 1. The 27th Birthday- Back then, everything was fine. Good days have a way of burning themselves deep in our memory, and then itching like a bitch every time it hurts later....
Spoken Word Astride your prejudices Steadfast clamp of knees To hold fast Against bucking tradition Formerly, a ruse Now, matters of course Flow into oceans of “Say it ain’t so’s” Half-mast slick talk, Eye-rolling...
Shake off the shake off the private times privatize humane acts sell large-scale bigotry hail its seasoned carcass with bits of ground pepper and nuclear ash in a world where presidents get reduced to...
Serial Fiction They seemed to fuse into a giant ball of fur and feathers; clawing and biting and emitting deafening sounds from their maws. In the chaos, I saw the pocket watch rip from the...
Short Story There was a loud bang and a sudden blast of cold air. I looked towards the source of the noise. The door to Candela was flung open and on the threshold stood...
Short Story The Pheasant was hazy with thought. The Satyr had stirred its brain and robbed it from peace and order. The Pheasant made it a point to avoid drifting creatures and their toxic...
Serial Fiction After her multiple obtrusive phone calls went unanswered for several days, She was filled with ecstatic tonic combination of love and hate. She radiated it so extrovertly that people would step...
Haibun An overcast sky, with whirls of gray splattered over blue like spilt paint on a completed canvas. Trees struggle to bud. I open the trunk of my weather-stained Legacy when Ilana calls....
Hope Poem They’d almost killed me. I saw them coming, grinning, shouting. The sun was down, the sky was frowning, the moon was an evil clown. I knew I was being watched, and...
Serial Fiction Story Joe’s father was a man who excreted elegance; he was the type of person that one would believe leapt out of a militaristic myth and into the real world. Joe’s dad...