Forest Creatures: Paper Bird – Part One
Short Story The creature was born into the world by an exhale. Before, it was nothing. Then a human died in some other place and their last breath turned into the creature. Suddenly, It became....
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Kronos Got Drunk – Part Five
Serial Story “Hello, traitor.” The old man slammed the door closed. “Classic dad,” said Prometheus. He winked at me and knocked on the door a second time. “Go away,” came the voice through the door....
A Dose of Big Mike – Part Four
Serial Story It was two o’clock in the morning. I was with Mike. We were drunk, very drunk, in the parking lot leaving the bar. I’d been buying the beers for months, and I...
Forest Creatures: Ember – Part Two
Short Story It went on like this for some time. The boy came into the forest each moon and collected the fruit in his basket. Each time the fright eased out of his spine. He...
The Red Butterfly, Part Eighteen – Te Pareces A Tú Padre
Short Story Those words; He is your father. Was it betrayal? Even now, all of these years later, I cannot say that I felt betrayed. I did not thrash about, scream; throw a fit. Maybe...
A Worm Story
Short Story It’s clear to me now that I was not a normal child. Like my peers, I enjoyed watching TV and playing with toys but there was something oddly unique to me...
Kronos Got Drunk – Part Three
Esoteric Short Story I shook the outstretched hand of Prometheus. “Do I still call you Pete?” I asked. “If you like,” said Prometheus. He smiled that massive smile again.”Does this mean you’ll hear what...
Talk 3 – Drive
Short Story Nobody is happy! Especially your friend. You are wrong. Well nobody is happy all the time. It comes and goes, mostly goes. Like this guy, look at him. Who? The guy trying to...
The Red Butterfly, Part Seventeen – There Was Nothing
Short Story There was a loud bang and a sudden blast of cold air. I looked towards the source of the noise. The door to Candela was flung open and on the threshold stood...
Kronos Got Drunk – Part Two
Short Story “Pete,” he said, and stuck out a hand. He was smiling one of the biggest smiles a person can smile. “Bill,” I said, taking his hand. I cocked an eyebrow. “Pete who?” He held...
