The Woes of the Zombie Man – Chapter VI
Short Story In which Boris begs the Butcher The Butcher smiled. Within the dank recess of his meat emporium’s killing room, pacing on a blood-stained and soon to be blood-soaked floor, he cradled a...
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Short Story In which Boris begs the Butcher The Butcher smiled. Within the dank recess of his meat emporium’s killing room, pacing on a blood-stained and soon to be blood-soaked floor, he cradled a...
Short Story Roger sat on a stone near his bridge looking intently at the lackadaisical water. Inside were some trout, fat ones swimming upstream with modest determination. Roger was large and it took...
Short Story He had gone to Italy to run away— to hide amongst the rolling hills and the chipped worn yellow buildings that dotted them. Everything back home had begun to stink too much...
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...
Short Story The smile on Maggie’s eight-year-old face always breaks my heart on court days. Single mom-ing hasn’t been too bad and her dad and I even keep it pretty civil. I just...
Short Story Rachel looked at her class calendar in disgust. She thought for sure it was next week; now she has to cancel her burrito plans just to visit a mill in order...
Short Story Part I I’ve always felt like I could have had a very successful and happy life had I learned a trade. In the wake of the industrial revolution, families were no...
Rosemary walked around with her right palm pressed over her chest. She was beautiful and I was not the only man who loved her. She stood against walls at parties, a slight smile on...
Short Story George awoke with Fleur’s tongue in his ear. “Ugh,” he grumbled, pushing her away. “You never stop, do you?” As if to confirm his statement, the 13-pound ball of fur spun in...
Serial Story “Jason, what the hell?” asked Greyson. Scarlett was still behind him and Cash, and Tommy’s mom continued to scream. Jason stood with his shotgun at the ready, breathing heavily, as though...
Dry: One Syllable Rejection He stands from the bed, as if I’d gone. His strides are long as he moves to the edge of the room. His spine pokes up through his skin when he...
Short Story The killdeer colony grew and saturated the enclave with life. Nests were built on top of old nests, generations of birds spent their lives gazing at the whale’s skeleton. Hunter giants fired...