Watch Me Whip: A Countersink Scene

Luis. That kid was a real firecracker. He had a way of setting people on fire and not because of his flame throwing contraptions—he could never actually set fire to anyone with those. Maybe Ashby, but surely no one else. No, it was something internal that set people off.  Seventeen years old and already he’d... Continue Reading →

Cardstock Priest: Short Story

Miriam leaned on the doorframe as Vincent prepared for mass, his first mass since it had happened. Sometimes he wished she didn’t have so much free time on her hands. How was he supposed to psych himself up with her standing there? “I still don’t think you should be doing this,” she said. Vincent smoothed... Continue Reading →

Ice coats the world: a poem

aching halting refreezing wrestling the sea into a headlock of subzero submission. Only dreamers wish it would melt only sharks break it on purpose. Too much weight in one place causes angry cracks a chain reaction. That’s why I lie prostrate palms, forehead numb and flat spread for punishment. Then maybe my fists won’t be... Continue Reading →

Lavender Fog: A Necromantic Drabble

The past is colored in lavender fog whenever he tries to remember it. He can see the bodies if he focuses, but their clothes are faded, the setting obscure, his age uncertain. When he tries to remember details, he finds that he can imagine things having been many ways at once. At one time, he imagined... Continue Reading →

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