Author: Isaac Golle

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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...

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Kronos Got Drunk – Part Three

Esoteric Short Story   I shook the outstretched hand of Prometheus. “Do I still call you Pete?” I asked. “If you like,” said Prometheus. He smiled that massive smile again.”Does this mean you’ll hear...

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Kronos Got Drunk – Part Two

Short Story   “Pete,” he said, and stuck out a hand. He was smiling one of the biggest smiles a person can smile. “Bill,” I said, taking his hand. I cocked an eyebrow. “Pete who?” He...

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Kronos Got Drunk – Part One

Short Story   Time is inconsiderate. I had been staring at my computer screen for three hours. I hated everything. “Time is inconsiderate.” I mouthed the words slowly. A wonderful place to start, if...

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Death And Birth And Breath

Short Story It looked like a warm, crisp day in Copperfield, Calgary. Most of the snow had melted and a cool-sounding wind was hissing through bare and budding tree branches. I never understood the...

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A Ride

Short Story   The metal cabin droned softly from an engine’s heavy vibrations.  Every now and again there was a jolt or a shudder and the damp fluorescent light would flicker ominously.  Jim closed...

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Kronos got Drunk – Part Twelve (Finale)

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 —...

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Kronos Got Drunk – Part Eleven

Serial Fiction   Three hours passed before Jonathan Hughes emerged from the apartment. He stumbled down the few steps on the stoop, gripping the handrail like a newborn clings to its mother. A shadow...

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Kronos Got Drunk — Part Ten

Serial Fiction   The titan lord of time looked at me with cold, hard eyes. “You,” he said. His voice shook the air like a thunder clap. “You are a fool. You sought power over wisdom. ...

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Kronos Got Drunk — Part Nine

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...

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A Girl And A Ghost

Short Story   “Are you a ghost?” she asked. I laughed. “Not exactly,” I said. “Do I look like a ghost?” “A little,” she said. “You’re shiny blue. Ghosts always look shiny blue.” I cocked...

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Kronos Got Drunk – Part Eight

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...

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Kronos Got Drunk – Part Seven

Serial Fiction   A shadow paced in an alley behind a small apartment somewhere in Canada. His guest was late. This amused the shadow more than anything else; His guest dripped irony where ever...

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Kronos Got Drunk – Part Six

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...

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How Proudly She Walks

Short Fiction   “You don’t exist,” she said. Prometheus frowned. “Of course I exist! I stand before you, do I not?” “The idea of you stands before me.” The God of forethought rolled his eyes....

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Kronos Got Drunk – Part Five

Serial Story   “Hello, traitor.” The old man slammed the door closed. “Classic dad,” said Prometheus. He winked at me and knocked on the door a second time. “Go away,” came the voice through the...

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Visiting Privileges

Short Story   “Oh, great,” she said. “Now I’m hallucinating.” I smiled. “What do you mean?” I asked. She scoffed. “No, no. I’m not falling for that shit. If I’m dying then I’m dying...