Tagged: new fiction

fiction about gardening 0

Talk 11 – Garden

Short Story Do you have access to the back garden from your apartment? Yes, it’s the only reason I rented it. The garden is mine. I can see it from my window. Do you...

fiction about parallel universes 0

Tapestry of Joy

Short Story   If the theory that postulates an infinite number of parallel universes is correct, then the following definitely happened: In a universe very much like our own apart from a few crucial details,...

fiction about africa 0

The Voluntourist

Short Story   ‘I don’t think you’re hearing me.’ Cheryl slumped further into the chair and examined her nail beds. Jenna inhaled deeply through her nose before continuing. ‘Cheryl, I can assure you that...

fantasy serial 0

Forest Creatures: Quiet – Part One

Serial Story A long time ago, before the queen began to stockpile her young dead in her unholy castle, the forest was a different place. A small number of immortals were tasked with its...

mythology stories 0

Kronos Got Drunk — Part Nine

Serial Fiction They seemed to fuse into a giant ball of fur and feathers; clawing and biting and emitting deafening sounds from their maws. In the chaos, I saw the pocket watch rip from the...

fiction about suicide 0

Talk 7 – Special

Short Story   We are back where we started. Where is the bear? He is never late. Maybe his parents are in town. Let’s go upstairs, he will have to catch up. This is...

mythology stories 0

Kronos Got Drunk – Part Eight

Serial Fiction We sat without speaking for a time. The restaurant was mostly empty. The only sounds were the clink-clink of cutlery on plates and straws being slurped. These were occasionally punctuated with loud, indeterminate sounds...

fiction about family relationships 0

Talk 5 – Scream

Short Story I could never stand living with someone like that. But you used to drink a lot. Being drunk is great but dealing with drunks is not. Tell me about it, I dealt with...

mythology fiction 0

Kronos Got Drunk – Part Six

Serial Story We didn’t go to Prague. It wasn’t for lack of trying. We were standing at the foot of Big Ben and Prometheus grabbed my arm while holding the stopwatch just as before. Instantly, everything...