The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part Four – The Brewer 4
Serial Fiction ‘Keeping my sanity. I see. I see. I see. I think that I see. But! I don’t see. I see. I see. I see. I see. I don’t see. I see....
Category: Short Stories
Light in the Cabin
Short Story They told me I was the perfect candidate. The ship left in a week, no training necessary. There were a few already there. “You’ll be one of the first on this...
Moon – Part One
Short Story A moonless night in a forest of silence. Save for a single soul. A hunter stalking between the trees. When he moved he was nothing more than a shadow in the trees,...
My Mother’s Body
Family Fiction I came from my mother’s body. Not quickly, not easily, but violently. I punched the air and tore holes in the room with my vengeful war cry and trembling limbs. Covered...
The Malevolent One – Part One
Short Story From rock to rock Joe scurried like a muskrat filthy with tattered clothing, the stench of road kill left in the desert affixed to his person. In his right hand he...
Catching Clarity
Short Stories There was no fear in those first few minutes. Later I would note my inability of action despite the severity of the situation. I would follow with a suspicion that I...
Animal Dilemmas – Lion Hippo
Short Story The Elephant did not enter the forest because it was not thirsty enough. It was not afraid of a single lion but it knew that groups of lions can cause it serious permanent...
The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part Two – The Bastard 8
Crime Novels Upon entering darkness a light clicked on, illuminating a sturdy metal door. A high-pitched metallic sound broke the silence. The door was being unlatched. Another clerk appeared holding a gas lantern. ‘This...
A Deal For The Rest Of Us
Short Story “I’ll be right in,” Brian replied confidently. He hung up the phone and paused, trying to consider what the discussion could be about. His desk had a small pop-up mirror and...
The Evil Fred
Short Story Not a lot of people liked me. I didn’t do the stuff they did. I couldn’t play sports, and I had a small stutter, which made it hard to talk to...
Dream October 2012
I was a gypsy child last night. My skin tanned by countless days beneath the sun of our forest. Only about 13 or 14. When the soldiers come and separate us, I recall glimpses...
