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Flying to Memphis
Short Story Racing through the congested streets and onto the whirling Grand Central Parkway with a world of iniquitous hurting nymphs at my back, I drove like a demon on fire in an Indiana...
The Wind Blew And The Old House Groaned, Part Two – Vanilla Faces
He murdered them one by one. Starting with his wife who had been in bed next to him. And then the twin daughters, sleeping in their rooms, with their perfect little blond heads. And...
The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part One: The Baker 35
Serial Fiction Novel The Baker was so sober that his head hurt. He was dreaming of alcohol or just about anything that would numb his mind. What was the point of being sober any...
In the Night
Hadrian had woken up so many nights that by now it felt as if he’d always done so. Outside, a low hanging moon casted its serene glow over their balcony. It must be the...
A Bug’s Death
Standing, staring into the cold, white interior of the bath. A crane fly is caught in the trickle of the tap, helpless. One wing lifeless, the other madly flapping to no avail. For a...
Animal Dilemmas – Gibbon Butterflies
Short Story The cloud of butterflies delivered the Bull’s soul to the appropriate authorities and promptly returned to earth for their next celestial errand. They traveled south for many days above the clouds before...
Out of Africa
Elephants often populate corners in such a way that the rooms’ other occupants aren’t even immediately aware of their presence. It’s only after some time has passed that the situation becomes clear. No, we...
The Glory of Treason – Part Two
Sci Fi Short Story High Primarch Wesnos would be on his way, by now. The coward would never show up to the front-lines of his own war, of course – the little mole of a...
The Right Roses
I put down the canvas bag and pushed it over to her ankles. She was still sleeping. I pulled open the zipper and grabbed the three dozen roses in my right hand, and then...
Zedlist – Part Twenty Four
“There’s something I would like us all to do.” Tim said. “What?” Kevin asked. “We need to all hold hands.” “Why?” Kevin spluttered. “Trust me”, Tim said, with quiet authority. The three men seemed...
Adoption Mine
Haibun Mom told me the story. She and Dad had applied to adopt a child. Westchester Family Services had interviewed them. Social workers inspected their immaculate two-bedroom apartment. But lawyers, doctors, stockbrokers and executives...
