City of No Angels
Short Story The angel fell with an unceremonious thunk right into a puddle of mud. Grumbling to herself, she rose and tried to wipe it off of her dress. “This is ok. I’m ok....
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The Red Ribbon
Poem Night music Drifting with a stranger Feeling a slight sense of beautiful danger Trust feels so exciting The world is expanding Smiling at the unknown Dancing, feeling connected Swept away The world...
O is for Orphan
It seems that the sea is home after all. I labored on the churning brine since boyhood, hauling in the bulging nets, scraping my hands on the antiquated equipment, lulled to sleep by the...
Forest Creatures: Nushka – Part One
Short Story The creature’s name was Nushka although she didn’t know it yet. She was a child of the forest and her name was whatever tune the wind decided to whistle. Her name was...
A Strange Occurrence At The Belmont Motel
Short Story Fred Ferkel’s eyes thrust open to a dim-lit bedroom. He let them focus for a moment on the spinning ceiling fan and then carefully slithered out from the covers like a legless...
Temporal Supremacy
Short Story “I invented time travel in 4000 BC. “Well, technically, now I did. I’m one of the few that knows the United States military invented time travel back in 2074. The reason...
Before Time
Science Fiction Orb Kreesh was meant as a prototype before the beginning of time and life, created by Karby, the magnificent. Karby wanted to try if life could be created and sustained so...
Harry the Mountain Man – Part Six
Short Story THE TIME I GOT SNOWED IN Now, I seen a lot o’ snow o’er the years. In fact, I can’t bring meself to remember e’en one single winter in me belov’d Green...
Gin And Jazz
Short Story I pulled the needle over to the record. It scratched as it spun. Two greats in duet. It had a sweet swell of suspicion to the tone of the cornet. I...
The Handprint
Short Story A wave of tiredness flowed over John as he stepped through the front door of his apartment. Travelling for three months straight really was exhausting, but he hadn’t felt it until...
Dirty Window
Poem Through dirty windows I can see the mountain full of golden days, the days of friendship close to me, when we cared not of yesterday, when everything was greener, shining, and we believed...
