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  • Memory Lane

    The world spun.

    Images flashed through his head like a montage in a bad movie. He steadied himself against the fence as the pavement threatened to swallow him whole. What was supposed to be a tour of nostalgic sights had given way to a slew of repressed …

    Posted 14 days ago
  • That Darn Cat

    The house was silent and dark. It was the dead of night after all. Something woke me, but I knew it wasn't a sound, nor a smell. Something deep inside me told me it was time. Time to arise.

    I felt it in my bones just as clearly as I felt the soft carpet…

    Posted 3 days ago
  • The Curious History of Wayfare, Alaska

    The story first appeared in an issue of National Geographic. It chronicled a journey taken in the 1970s by a small band of backpackers. While travelling through the woods of southeast Alaska the group stumbled onto a ghost town.

    The community appeare…

    Posted 10 days ago
  • Funny Little Things

    I saw my therapist for the last time today. I expected to cry, but I only felt numb. I expect that the rougher emotions will come in time. I gave her a card with my words of gratitude, and she gave me a journal so that I can keep writing words.

    Over fou…

    Posted 17 days ago
  • And This Is Life

    I have suffered brutal betrayals these past months, betrayals no one should have to endure. I have wept and bled and fought and clung to life by any excuse I have been able to find.

    I have endured betrayals of the mind and body. Depression. Anxiety. Para…

    Posted 14 days ago
  • ɹəɥʇᴂN

    Grey mist sails past his face, and it is enough to shake him from his reverie. His mind is sluggish, slow, as though he is awakening from a dream. Perhaps he is, but then he has woken into a nightmare.

    He looks down at his hands, outstretched before him,…

    Posted 28 days ago
  • On the Perimeter

    Grims reached the outer fence, a rickety wooden thing with a large gap in between the top and bottom beam, that kept in the dumbest of the livestock. The gate was clear on the other side of the property and he didn't feel like circling the house just to u…

    Posted 6 days ago
  • Blood Moon

    Quick hands. Moonlight flashing on a blade. Mooncat dying on a blade.

    Grims dropped the knife and reached for his rifle, all senses searching for the remaining predator, but it had vanished into the night, courage overwhelmed by pack hunter instinct.


    Posted 9 days ago
  • Watch Your Language

    Sophie Claire was far from a damsel in distress, so she didn't cry out when the rust and gunmetal colored 357 Smith and Wesson blew a gaping chasm in Earnie's torso. She had driven a stake through his chest with a hand maul while he slept, to no avail, …

    Posted 2 months ago
  • Man-Made Post (Made of Man)

    I don't know how I made it through what came next. The next days were a blur of pain, both physical and emotional, and fever dreams, in the rare moments when I slept.

    My first task was to split the figure of my father in half, carefully using the tools o…

    Posted 14 days ago
  • Advice of the Bartender

    After lasagna and a nice night with my boyfriend, I had a chat with my best friend. He spared me the details of his recent weekend getaway. All of his sentences began with 'I' instead of 'we'. I found that interesting. He'd mention her name, but it was in…

    Posted 25 hours ago
  • Caught Out with a Corpse

    It would be quicker to go through town but Grims didn't want to carry the corpse through the streets of Eggtown South. He already had a reputation, hard and bitter, but there was a difference between being rumored as a child-killer and toting a dead one d…

    Posted 14 days ago
  • Crabby

    Maybe it's the blissful fulfillment I see in others' smiles,

    or the way they've reached their goals ahead of me,

    but I feel crabby tonight.


    Perhaps it's the way that children won't listen to me,

    or the way it seems everyone around me is spouting nega…

    Posted 15 days ago
  • Holding on to History

    Devra picked up the completed Lego model of Big Ben. She had to be careful, the pieces weren't glued together--never that!--so putting pressure on the wrong point could lead to disaster. Looking at the minute, pixelated, shape of the iconic English monume…

    Posted 2 months ago
  • God-Post

    I held that piece of flesh up before me, bitter distaste filling my mouth. If what my father and I had done before had been blasphemy, this was surely something far worse, to desecrate the body of a god in such a way.

    And yet it was necessary. This war b…

    Posted 10 days ago
  • Restored Goods (4)

    With diligence and a growling stomach, you returned to where you were, and how you were. I managed to reform what had been misused.

    And how I loved you!

    You, whom I loved and felt for when you were nothing but a smashed galaxy of unfortunate crinkles, br…

    Posted 4 days ago
  • Blood Rain

    "There is blood in the rain," stated the Deep One, matter-of-factly. He stood at the deck railing, staring out over the city spread out below.

    "What do you mean, sire?" Kolster asked, looking up at the imposing figure looming over him.

    "There is blood i…

    Posted 17 hours ago
  • The Pebble Creek House

    I knew no matter how I dressed I would find a way to regret it, so I chose comfort, since that was the one thing which would be in short supply.

    And right I was, after a quiet greeting, from the moment I was admitted into the foyer and we walked along the…

    Posted 4 days ago
  • Bargaining Post

    The thing that spoke to me had the face of a dead god but used the voice of my father. I had known to expect this. It was a by-product of the bonding ritual that gave a semblance of life back to this former deity. Not that any of the gods ever truly died,…

    Posted 27 hours ago
  • Post Repair

    I grabbed our wagon, pushing it over to where my father stood, forever carven in wood. Carefully, I tipped him into the wagon, the bent steel post in his upraised fist clanging against the sides. Then I wheeled him to our workshop behind the house.

    I had…

    Posted 14 days ago
  • Moon Shadows

    Grims dropped it with a single shot. The bullet entered through the cat's open maw and exited through the back of its skull, causing the creature's head to vaporize in a mist of blood, bone, and brains. The mooncat hit the ground barely two feet from wher…

    Posted 12 days ago
  • The Seanchaidhe

    The old man sits at the bar in Connoly’s Pub. In one hand he holds a pint while the other gesticulates, waiving through the air like a conductor whose music is found in the rhythm of language and stories of the old country.

    A small crowd has gathered …

    Posted 23 days ago
  • Priscilla and Casey: Drinks

    "So, my intrepid friend. I think I'm quite ready for another adventure. Care to follow me once more down the rabbit hole?" Priscilla asked her friend across the table. She watched over the rim of her glass as Casey downed her fourth ale of the night.


    Posted 6 days ago
  • A Peck o' Trouble

    Grims slung his rifle then bent to the body. Blood dribbled from the kid's mouth, but not much. Three shots center mass had assured the kid died quickly.

    A little blood, but it was enough. The yips and yowls sounded closer. Death was on the air now, and …

    Posted 16 days ago
  • Mia: Bandages

    "Please, just drink this. I'll be right back." She said to the grinning injured man. She rolled her eyes after turning away. He was probably a hunter or soldier of fortune who got in a fight with a mutant bear. She hated the way they always stared at her.…

    Posted 2 years ago