Sneaking Away – Part Two
Short Story We were eleven and I loved her. I didn’t care what my friends said, or when they made kissy faces at us during recess when we held hands. She was Maisee Green and...
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You Were Born Of…
Short Story I guess my being the only girl in the family, destined me to be a tomboy, sporting cutoff jeans with patches, slick backed braids and flat, knobby breasts. I believed back then...
The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part Three – The Butcher 2
Serial Fiction Surely one morning after an important meeting she came in late handing him a report that was due the week before. Not only this but the paper was stained with coffee and...
Winter’s Midas
Self-Reflective Poem My chest feels like an emptied stone cave Nestled in the peaks of pine-ridden mountainside In which a giant, brown grizzly once hibernated But decided to finish his sleep months earlier...
Thirty Thousand Feet
Poem Infinitesimal fireworks pop like a silent flash from a lone diode light bulb. The craft carries on northward bound as I type on these electronic keys. The boy behind me has a...
Three Years
Poem The weariness shows, Time now slows, and life cripples Autumn lets out a sigh Incubating Ice Shelter all the loneliness Anesthetize me Our copulation Rain puddles that we drowned in This budding...
Zedlist – Part Thirty Eight
Serial Fiction “I tell you what.” Charles said, “Take these, I promise they will help, and then I’ll order some food and we’ll all sit down to a film. What do you think?” “Pizza?”...
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...
Summertime Killer — Part Four
Serial Fiction A heavy downpour of rain washed across the windscreen of the car. It was a black night, the moon covered by storm clouds. The alleyway Harvey had parked his car in...
The Malevolent One – Part Two
New Fiction Stories The decapitated head of the woman dangles lifelessly. A metal pole shoved up her neck where her spine normally would be keeps her suspended in the air. Her face represents...
By Your Side
Poem Sitting here, it’s a late night with you You warned me of how you were feeling I don’t know why Trying to protect me from disappointment, expectation Even though it builds concern...
Supposing I Said…
Surreal Poetry I take it the granting of wishes line Starts here The squeak sound of cheap soles against Silicone, empty chambers of What was that? You’ve got your three Lined up nicely?...
