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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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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Restless Bones

I am but an old soul.Forgotten.Long passed.But he hears me.After all this time.In the silence of himself. He hears meAnd knowsThe dead cannot restHidden among the bonesAnd unmarked stonesBuriedIn the bowels of this home.

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