Misjudged – Part Seven
Serial Story “Jason, what the hell?” asked Greyson. Scarlett was still behind him and Cash, and Tommy’s mom continued to scream. Jason stood with his shotgun at the ready, breathing heavily, as though...
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Flash Fiction Exercises
Dry: One Syllable Rejection He stands from the bed, as if I’d gone. His strides are long as he moves to the edge of the room. His spine pokes up through his skin when he...
Animal Dilemmas – Fox Killdeer
Short Story The killdeer colony grew and saturated the enclave with life. Nests were built on top of old nests, generations of birds spent their lives gazing at the whale’s skeleton. Hunter giants fired...
The Rosebush and The Brier – Part One
Short Story John trudged in the knee high waters in the flooded streets of the peninsula. Walking towards what he thought was the inland. He’d decided to ride out the storm and was...
The Human Comedy: Star Light, Star Bright
Short Story It had been a long time since Angie had seen the stars. Normally, when she looked to the heavens in the whirring metropolis of Manhattan, all she saw was metal, glass and ConEdison wattage. Humans...
Kronos Got Drunk – Part Four
Short Story “Seems horribly cliché,” I said. “What does?” asked Prometheus. He seemed offended. “The Greek God of time living in the most famous clock tower in the world — even I could’ve thought of...
A Second Date for Sheena
Short Story ‘Get the nipple clamps!’ He shouted as he strained against the handcuffs, something popped inside the mattress. ‘Shit, Brad, don’t break the bed. Where are these…these nipple clamps anyway?’ Sheena teetered over...
My Soul Grew Stronger
Short Story As I rode my grey stallion over the sweeping valleys surrounding my kingdom, I came across the morning sun. The penetrating rays shone over the misty lowlands, filling both the skies...
A Festive Feud
Short Story The blow to the head and the resulting fall took the wind out of the Old Man. He groaned as he pulled himself to a sitting position. He wiped blood from his...
Pariah Queen
Short Story She never meant to kill anyone. Or anything. In this moment nostalgia yet again hotfooted through her synapses; a jagged, fiery sensation. Her mother was a striking artist and a fashionable smoker....
