The Glass Breaker – Part One
Short Story And so, the cities burned. A plague of fire, ash, and cinder awash between great monuments and temples to achievement, set to ruin by the will of a Titan of Olympus. Across...
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Bryn’s Tale – Part One
Short Story I was nine when my parents were murdered. We lived in a small cottage in the English woods. My father worked at a hardware store in town and my mother spent her...
Animal Dilemmas – Dog Mosquito
Short Story The Mosquito emerged from its wet shell. It was parked motionless on a tree leaf in the sun, so its wings could dry and it could begin its journey. The past few...
There Is Death In The Clouds
Short Story Noxious wisps of air crept under the study door as Shosanna affixed the gas mask to her face. She collected of all the notes and almanacs and put them into her satchel...
Reunion of Death – Part One
Serial Story Chapter 1 “Honey, I thought the point of moving back to your hometown was to get back in touch with your roots.” -“Excuse me? You are the one who insisted we move...
Sleeping In The Shadow Of Morpheous – Part One
Short Story The grease was still fresh on my shirt from cleaning out the traps. I’d burned my index finger on the hot, chrome oil filters, near the second knuckle. My brow dripped...
The Golf Club – Part One
Fiction Story I’ve never once felt comfortable at my job. Every moment is thinly veiled with the aura of desperation. It is horrid. Together my colleague Sheriff and I are nearly synonymous with...
SHOOZ – Part One
Short Story “I couldn’t just buy one: I had to by two pairs. They were $236 each.” I gagged. “Danny, I just choked on my toothbrush!” Was I startled more by the fact...
My Experience with the Human Gaze in India – Part One
Short Story *Excerpt from travels in India, December 2011.* “Remember: wherever you go, people are always watching you.” This was an almost daily reminder in my house as a little girl; as I got...
You Were Born Of…
Short Story I guess my being the only girl in the family, destined me to be a tomboy, sporting cutoff jeans with patches, slick backed braids and flat, knobby breasts. I believed back then...
Sneaking Away
Contemporary Fiction I am an expert at sliding out of bed without disturbing whoever is sleeping in it, but this thing is ridiculous. Every time I attempt to untangle myself from the extraneous limbs,...
