The Rebel King After the War – Part One
Serial Short Story I didn’t watch her walk away. I didn’t stand by the gate at the outskirts of camp and watch her shrink into the distance, eventually disappearing into the tree line. Instead,...
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A Night in the Sand
Romance Short Fiction It was the time of day, ripe with indecision. The sun was still peering over the horizon, and sunglasses or headlights were both viable options. The sky dripped color through...
Abandonment – Part Four
Serial Fiction “I like Taylor, but he doesn’t really know his place.” “Yeah, you can tell he’s more of a follower.” “I totally understand what you’re saying.” Nathan’s heavy eyes quickly, forcibly widened as...
The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part Two – The Bastard 4
Serial Fiction Novel The first things Mandor bought when he reached the city were a mirror and earplugs. Mirror because vanity was indispensible tool in building up social image. Earplugs because the mélange of...
It’s Still Snowing
Short Stories I wake up as I usually do: hitting the snooze button at least four times, groaning as I roll over to quell the infernal blare of trumpets that compose my morning...
What Are You Afraid Of? – Part Two
Short Story “Is there a way you could avoid triggers?” She had to admit, that sometimes…she could. For example, scary movies, even the lamest kind, dropped silently into her bloodstream like food color...
Zedlist – Part Thirty Two
Fiction Novel “Hello.” Hudson said into the phone. “Who am I speaking to?” There was a brief pause. “What?” Hudson said, looking confused and mildly annoyed. “Okay. To whom am I…” There was another...
Blessed Light Of Day – Part One
Serialized Storytelling I looked down the narrow shaft and already dreaded the journey ahead. A gentle wind whistled through the holes and passages below, and the moonlight only penetrated through a few surface-level...
Freak – Part One
Short Story He was cold as he always was and starving in the only way he knew how. He had dwindling supplies so the next few days would be rough as his body...
Not For Profit Martyrs – Part One
Narrative Poem Rebecca Nurse was 71 year old when she swung from a clever, Puritan noose. Originally from Yarmouth, England both she and her husband, Francis Nurse rented to own their lush 300-acre...
The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part Two – The Bastard 3
Serial Short Story ‘Can we go this way?’ One of them said. ‘There is nowhere to go. It’s only this path I made this morning.’ He pointed to the straight shovel sticking out from...
Irony and My Grandmother – Part One
Period Short Stories Irony is a funny thing. My mother’s mother, Marianna Chapman Landrum, was born on January 16, 1923, in Fort Leavenworth, Kansas. Her name came from both of her grandmothers: Mary...
