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...
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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...
The Human Comedy: Moses Went Down to George’s
Short Story When Moses made it to George Bernstein’s Yom Kippur “Break the Fast” dinner at 6:00 p.m. — the time Facebook said it started — he was the first guest to arrive. “How long will...
Small Talk 1 – Babel
Short Story You want another coffee? Yes. Two more coffees then please. Make mine long. Mine too. So two long? Americanos? No, not that long. Two regular long? Yes. What was I saying, ah...
As Is the Beginning, Is the End
Short Story Jeanne Ann Westveer was born in 1935. Jeanne married John Frederick Girard Rooks in 1960. She is the mother of my mother, making her my grandmother. When I’m writing this, my...
Dazed and Disconnected
Short Story About the Digital World “I’m done with this shit!” I said, starring intently at the screen promptly, begging me to reconsider my account. I wonder if they will all think I just...
