The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part Four – The Brewer 17
Serial Fiction The Brewer was building on a steady progress. He felt like he was inside a cheesecake, soft and creamy all around. He dosed off. He was sitting in his first grade...
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Serial Fiction The Brewer was building on a steady progress. He felt like he was inside a cheesecake, soft and creamy all around. He dosed off. He was sitting in his first grade...
Short Fiction Tight leather gloves gripped the wheel as the sound of the engines fired up. A deep roar reverberated through the vehicle, sending shivers down Harvey’s spine. The 1970 Chevy Nova sped...
Serial Fiction If I am fine it is because you were my editor. No, love was your editor. I could have done a better job at making you happy. You were perfect. Says my...
Serial Fiction They seem hungry. They are always hungry. Yesterday I fed them two feet of salami and their bellies were about to burst. When they smell food they are your kindest friends. The...
Serial Fiction So how is he? Why don’t you white folks enjoy the ride for once and let the news show itself when its needed? Why do you always want to know the future?...
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...
Serial Fiction On my bookshelf I have some books, not a lot. I have a collection of records, a Buddha statue with an incense burner, a couple bottles of wine – gifts, good...
Short Story Speaking of caves and whiskey, I can’t wait to go hiking again and retrieve that bottle of whiskey we hid in the cave last time. Me neither, it’ll be great. Yes,...
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...
Short Story Where does that door lead? To the neighboring building’s back yard. They also have a garden? No, they have a barbecue and plastic chairs. Meat eaters. Like most of the world. But...
Serial Fiction I watched with mouth agape as the Olympians descended into Elysium. They were dressed in magnificent robes and armors, carrying shimmering spears and swords and shields. Hermes, Artemis, Athena, Apollo — all...
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...