A House of Flies

The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. – H. P. Lovecraft A single flickering bulb burned overhead emanating what one might call light in the loosest of considerations. The dying glow of an ember capable only of making the darkness a […]

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Microfiction: I and the Bound Man

I approached the bound man. Bulbous and round, reeking of his own filth. The boastful braggart had nothing to say. A powerful man among his people, but here, he was nothing more significant than an insect. Impotent. Petulant. I went to work ripping flesh from bone. Strip by strip I pulled the bound man’s flesh […]

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Microfiction: The Fall of a Good Man

It was the last straw. He had sent his supporters to round up and kill those who refuse to silence their protest against the government. His secret cult of followers descended upon protests to incite violence. In the midst of the chaos they’d take as many lives as possible before the police could regroup and […]

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Microfiction: Heavy is the Head

It began as it always had, with a whisper. A small voice calling out from the depths of the subconscious mind. Gentle urgings promising incredible reward for so little risk. Now a grown man of power, he grumbled against the voice, though quickly cowed to its will. The crown upon his head might as well […]

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Traffic Stop

Red and blue lights flashed along a quiet southern stretch of Highway Ninety-Nine. California State Trooper, Howard McCallister, cautiously approached the silver Honda Accord he had just pulled over. The driver’s window had been rolled down and McCallister could see the driver’s hands positioned atop the steering wheel. Light from the officer’s flashlight spilled across […]

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Bloody Mary

It began with a dare. A stupid dare. We were supposed to be adults, but there I stood locked in my bathroom with three lit candles and water rushing from the faucet. Outside the door I hear my idiot roommates drunkenly giggling like tittering children. We might have had one too many drinks when we waxed […]

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Of The Soul

The plight of humankind is remarkable. Clumsy. Fragile. Apes. Yet of all possible beings throughout all possible realities they alone bear in themselves the keys to godhood. Flesh and spirit – two parts which compose their kind, yet rarely make them whole. No. Wholeness for them is found in relation to one another. Relationships between […]

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Keys to Life and Death

“And you are certain this is what you want?” A mummified mockery of a woman towered over the young man. She bore wings like that of a vulture, dusty and black. Outstretched where watchful eyes gazed out upon him. Her lips, two dark laces, stretched tightly over gnarled teeth. Her touch was like an ancient […]

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New Year

The fog rolled in with deceptive speed. Appearing, at first, to slowly swallow homes and streetlights whole from the neighborhood across the way before creeping across the tumbleweed choked field. Within moments the heavy mists had devoured the apartment complex where Morgan St James sat watching the world descend into the depths of some mist-composed […]

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Episode 1: The Problem with Fingers

It’s difficult picking up your own fingers. I knew thumbs were important, and I had taken them for granted. I regret that, now. But I was scrambling in the middle of the sidewalk madly scooping up dozens of digits. Nineteen? Thirty-seven? Two? I couldn’t remember how many there were supposed to be, but it didn’t […]

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Thirteen Years Later

We standAround so much ruined soilWhere a stoneCarves out your name.Marks the place you landed.And from whereYou always seem to rise. An uneasy restYou have found in us.Or more honest:Founded in us. Our hearts,And our heads,Still orbiting around your absence.Still mulling over the earth —Imagining how differentEverything would beIf only you remained;Instead of him. When […]

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