Author: Isaac Golle

fantasy short stories 2

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 he...

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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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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 door....

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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 what...

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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 held...

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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 I...

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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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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...