How many times had they sat opposite this very table from one another? Dozens. A hundred? They had been friends for years, him and her. Seen each other through thin times and thick. Friends. Good friends. She through a divorce. He through a massive breakup (though he would never tell her what all went wrong […]
running along dark twisting paths she dare not glance behind her she knows it is fangs and drool and glowing eyes that haunt her she trips but regains her balance keeps running, keeps running her skin damp with fear unwashed hair covers her eyes how long has she run like this her terror, his eyes, […]
cool emerald bursts upon my lips tongue lolling, dog panting twisting into purrs and moans the baker’s hands knead white dough adding yeast and sugar, as required it’s chocolate and caramel strawberries and whipped cream raw black earth and the rain there’s crashing waves on the briny shore and the precise, measured lines swollen lids […]
As a young woman, she moved with an easy grace and light skipping footsteps, the bloom of youth fresh upon her lovely face, her ripe firm breasts and long limber legs. The bright warm sun quickly dried the occasional rain of tears down her tender cheeks. New life seemed to spring from each narrow footprint […]
his pen leaves splatters and drips ink drops and blots stained fingertips a chewed up lip used up nibs on the floor his fingers run over his skull scratching then clinging messy then smooth he squeezes the words out his pores he leaves little messages between the letters and the lines the black marks and […]
“Tomorrow,” she thought to herself. “Tomorrow is a new day.” She turned and viewed her backside in the mirror again. Definitely her best side. Turning forward again, she lifted her breasts where a woman twenty-five years her junior would have them. Too big, too saggy. Her eyes lifted to her face, the creases of time […]
he’s a clockmaker his nimble fingers hold a spring here and press a latch there his sharp eyes envision where the cogs will just miss and an adjustment will need to be made his quick mind thinks three steps ahead and two moves back he visualizes what masterpiece will arise from the bits and pieces […]
A short story response to Braeden Michaels’ poem of the same name. Lord Rellik, the demon overlord.
Sitting on a corner bench in a busy weekend airport, her hand moves to the frayed satchel strapped across her chest. Her eyes drift closed and she immerses herself. Shoes clacking and slapping across the worn tiles. Voices rise and fall as they pass one way or the other. Tearful goodbyes, business deals built and […]
Try as she might, she could not eject him from her mind. Perhaps she never really tried all that hard, to be honest. Initially she came across his picture, an arm wrapped around a thin red-head, glass raised, foam sloshed over the edge on social media. Tagged with a pound and the words “off the […]
