Talk 11 – Garden
Short Story Do you have access to the back garden from your apartment? Yes, it’s the only reason I rented it. The garden is mine. I can see it from my window. Do you...
Short stories & poems for everyone from everyone
Short Story Do you have access to the back garden from your apartment? Yes, it’s the only reason I rented it. The garden is mine. I can see it from my window. Do you...
Short Story If the theory that postulates an infinite number of parallel universes is correct, then the following definitely happened: In a universe very much like our own apart from a few crucial details,...
Short Story ‘I don’t think you’re hearing me.’ Cheryl slumped further into the chair and examined her nail beds. Jenna inhaled deeply through her nose before continuing. ‘Cheryl, I can assure you that...
Serial Story A long time ago, before the queen began to stockpile her young dead in her unholy castle, the forest was a different place. A small number of immortals were tasked with its...
Short Story Philester Q. Michelton was an odd man, and although he was not sad or depressed, on certain nights his constant seclusion did cause him to experience a longing for a woman’s...
Serial Story The creature watched, quivering as the boy thrashed and nearly threw the men off of him. They wrestled him to stillness with a few punches thrown in for good measure. The queen...
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 We are back where we started. Where is the bear? He is never late. Maybe his parents are in town. Let’s go upstairs, he will have to catch up. This is...
Serial Fiction We sat without speaking for a time. The restaurant was mostly empty. The only sounds were the clink-clink of cutlery on plates and straws being slurped. These were occasionally punctuated with loud, indeterminate sounds...
Serial Fantasy The creature sat on the queen’s shoulder and watched her do astonishing and terrible things. When they first left the forest she pulled a silver shard from her wrist that was more...
Short Story I could never stand living with someone like that. But you used to drink a lot. Being drunk is great but dealing with drunks is not. Tell me about it, I dealt with...
Serial Story We didn’t go to Prague. It wasn’t for lack of trying. We were standing at the foot of Big Ben and Prometheus grabbed my arm while holding the stopwatch just as before. Instantly, everything...