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....
Tagged: serial fiction
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...
A Dose of Big Mike – Part Three
Short Story We were in Mike’s kitchen drinking whiskey. He was wearing basketball shorts over his nicest long johns. He put his drink on the counter, pulled his shorts down, turned around, bent...
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...
Forest Creatures: Ember – Part One
Short Story I make it my business to know what goes on in this forest. None of the other lumbering beasts have any desire to pay attention, to watch. But my pursuits are a...
A Dose of Big Mike – Part Two
Serial Story It was a Friday. I got off work early and called Big Mike. He said he was at Riley’s house. Riley was out of town so Mike was staying there overnight...
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...
Cups with Coriander: Refill of Decaf
Short Story I waited as long as my dignity would allow. Cori usually ran a few minutes behind, but an hour was extreme, and her neglecting to respond to my texts made me...
A Dose of Big Mike – Part One
Serial Story 2:27 PM. I’m at work. Big Mike calls me. Me: What’s up, baby boy? Big Mike: Dude. I was at Kroger at like noon today looking for lube, right? Me: You...
Coasting – Part Ten (Final)
Short Story Von shredded some cheese, added it on top of the eggs and turned the stove down low. He retightened his towel and walked into the bedroom to check on Darren. He...
The Red Butterfly, Part Sixteen – Not For Tourists
Short Story She was right; there would be no dancing tonight. This was traditional flamenco. “This song is called Bulerias por Solea,” said Anna, “es muy antigua.” This was the old stuff, what had...
Coasting – Part Nine
Short Story Things started to blur. The next moment they were all in his bedroom. Blink. The next, Darren was in only his underwear and Milly was working on removing that. Von looked down...
