Clear and Hold
On his 40th birthday, Kurt posed in front of the mirror, flexed his hard biceps, and caressed his firm pectorals. The military fatigues and…
Ending Bigly, Eh? The Many Fates of Justin Trudeau: Prologue
I had no interest in attending a dinner party of any kind. Certainly not one with so many people attending. Ever since Gilbert, my good friend, had…
The Vegetable Garden
Ann awoke with a start. She knew right away he was gone, but only recently; his sweaty body heat lingered like a festering cloud. She fought back a…
Sweet Whisper of a Carnivorous Flower
With my old friend, through a booth, we made an appointment with some girls who were in a flat, in the Plaza Virgen del Manzano, Burgos. According to…
Mirror, Mirror… Part 6
Evie grabbed her phone from the side of the bed and quieted the alarm. It was barely audible so as not wake Brad. She tiptoed out of the bedroom,…
Bijou Among Pearlets of an Epistolary Art: Exchange of Letters Between the Pundit and the Painter
The Epistle No. 1 as Long SMS Dispatched: The 5th May 2022, at the Most Picturesque Dawn Dear painter! I woke up bright and early and think of a…
Sweet Youth
Protected by the canopy, Matthew looked over his book and spied on the boy and girl sitting on the edge of the upper deck pool, feet in the water,…
De Revolutionibus
There is an axis, so thin, so fragile, so infinitely extended into the spacious fathoms of creation, that it is never seen. This axis’ furthest end,…
Forward-Facing Eyes
Hey, guys. Long time reading, first time posting. I’m pretty sure most creepy toys have been covered in this thread, the monkey with the cymbals with…
An Appointment at Hoover’s Gap
It wasn’t the fighting that bothered us as much as it was the waiting. Those long days that dragged out into weeks, and then into months, of sitting…
