The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part Four – The Bottle 3
Serial ‘You can’t better your parents. Even if you are wiser than them. Older people refuse to take feed from youth. It’s almost insulting to them, makes them feel at a loss.’ Paused...
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The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part Four – The Bottle 2
Serial Fiction (I will open a bracket here to invite you in the very distant future of my characters for a short while. Plus, I will provide an orthodox account on certain celestial...
Sleeping In The Shadow Of Morpheous – Part Three
Serial Story I woke up. The couch cushions hid my pack of cigarettes. I ripped them off and lit one. The tar and ash accentuated the cotton dry mouth. My thirst became more...
The Glass Breaker – Part Three (Final)
Short Story Hooking the claw end to his belt, the man picked up his bag and continued down the street. It would have been obscene of me not to follow. I followed far...
Behind Eyelids – Part Three
Short Story She screamed, her voice cracking, and clasped her hands to her face. Angry blisters erupted from where the water fell as her skin boiled and split. Red burns spotted her face and...
The City Among The Stars – Part Three: Darkness
Short Story “Chief Dirac, what will be your first move on this manhunt as dictator.” Rose’s reluctance to give all the power to one man still hung heavy in the Assembly room. “We wait...
Misjudged – Part Three
Short Story In the next few weeks, Tommy had talked to Scarlett a few times, and hung out with all three of them every few days. Greyson told Tommy that Jason had given them...
Harry the Mountain Man – Part Three
Short Story THE TIME I CRASHED A PLANE INTO MEXICO Now, sure as the world is spinnin’, I’m a mountain man at heart. That being stated all truthful and all, a man can’t be expected...
River of Rats, Part Three – The Bridge
We woke the next morning in the bookstore, pale and ill, my head in a vice grip, my left arm swollen and sore. Joanna’s hair in knots and mascara smeared all over her face,...
The Tramp – Part Three
Dystopian Short Story The tramp walked slowly around the table, fingers twitching on the handles of his blades as adrenaline entered his bloodstream. “Samantha, please keep your voice down. I’m not going to hurt...
The Malevolent One – Part Three
Serial Fiction Story Joe’s father was a man who excreted elegance; he was the type of person that one would believe leapt out of a militaristic myth and into the real world. Joe’s dad...
Blessed Light of Day – Part Three
Serial Fiction Story Water flowed over me as I lay in the pool. Drinking it up, I quenched the dryness in my throat and felt energy returning to my fragile body. My mind calmed,...
