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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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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