Short stories & poems for everyone from everyone
Serial Fiction The Brewer needed information about something rather specific. He needed to know what was the protocol about unexpected art deliveries at the Modern. If a large bulk of art was delivered...
Short Story The Shrew had never left the sea coast it was born on. It had dug out a damp burrow in the rocky banks and could eat anything that smelled of fesses....
Serial Fiction Ron sat in the middle with the priest and the Brewer on his sides. He liked that because he was the biggest talker and was perfectly situated between his old and...
Short Story The forest was full of seeds. And if the Laughingtrush took measured risks and poked about the rotten leaves. It would be well fed but alone. Food was not enough. What...
Short Story The Worm climbed off the white rock and started eating earth. It was half way under ground when a band of laughingtrushes flew up the high valley and landed around it....
Serial Fiction The ham. In between bites of life the Brewer liked to walk aimless through the veins of the city. Pilgriming to unknown neighborhoods. Walking helped him arranged his thoughts. He often...
Short Story The Dragon watched the Panda turn around. Its left eye detected he light from outside and the Panda followed it. The Dragon stood at the mouth of the cave long after...
Short Story The Vulture ate but was growing rejected with the old doctrines. It was tired of being told what to think, what to eat, what to do. Why its parents and grandparents...
Short Story The Wild Ass ran through the tall grass high on adrenalin. So extreme was the melange of mind clouding body chemicals that the Ass did not feel the pain sourcing from...
Short Story The Chameleon finished enjoying the sun and the chat with Lemur. It enjoyed a good conversation but the Lemur’s beliefs were clouding its own. It preferred conversing with its own kind...
Serial The Butcher didn’t see direct assault fitted this delicate task. If the Brewer said ‘no,’ then what! He wouldn’t be opt to torture him, would he. ‘I am on your side and...
Novel All real plants, he could smell the freshly cut grass. Real size trees, butterflies flying by. Little birds singing sweet songs. It was what paradise would look like to a gardener. The...
