Gothicarus: Part II – The Summoning
Serial Poem “Come and slip the rigid structures; Leave social mores far behind. For a moment, for an hour, For this desire, come be mine. Let your heart throb deep within you, Allow your...
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Serial Poem “Come and slip the rigid structures; Leave social mores far behind. For a moment, for an hour, For this desire, come be mine. Let your heart throb deep within you, Allow your...
Science Fiction I went back to my quarters and changed out of my sleep wear. I stepped into some hemp fiber jeans and shirt, leather work boots. I dressed Woof in her protective...
Short Story The coals hissed as Bobbie threw handfuls of wet sand into the fire pit. “C’mon Williams, get your boots on; we’re heading out.” He popped up from his sleep, remembering the...
Serial Fiction Me. The Narrator. I am just a humble old bottle of scotch with a few abstract ideas. I grew to desire to have thick shadow, like men. Not the transparent light...
Flash Fiction Once upon a time there was a leaf. It was brightly green and lived on the branch of a tree. One day the story came to the tree and climbed up,...
Serial Story “You ever had tapas?” I asked. We’d been wandering around the city for a while and we both could use a sitdown. “I have. But that sounds nice.” she said. “The...
Short Story The warmth of the sun caressed Patrick’s face and he opened his eyes. Through the thatching of the roof, beams of light split the room into segments. For a moment he...
Adventure Fiction The not-so-ragged man was yanked back into consciousness by a rapid succession of muffled explosions. He flew from his bunk, out into the hall, and up the ladder. He fumbled through...
Short Story ‘What am I missing?’ He exclaimed at the sight of his wife talking into their friend’s stomach ‘Is something happening in there?’ ‘Yes,’ answered Martina ‘Your sperm has had an adverse...
Short Story And it did for a brief moment…but then the heartbeat between my ears danced off on its own, a wild gavotte entirely separate from Anna’s. I looked up to her, my heart sagging...
Short Story A light striking sound wafted up the street on stagnant air. Something took measured, crashing steps up Sixths Avenue, remarkable only by its steady rhythm. I’ve imagined things here, on this bench....
Short Story Phil ran his tongue along the back of his teeth. The steaming pot on the counter continued to hiss incessantly, drowning out all but his heavy heartbeat. Kelly moved back a barely...