Category: Fiction

Wanted

“Please enter a name for your creation.” Lyla’s skin prickled with a million tiny goose pimples at...

Light

Fifty years after the Rebirth, the woods in what had been Maine were quiet. The morning sunlight...

Messiah

Joshua sprinted down the access hallway of the Aeneas as fast as his old legs could carry him....

Quarantine

The traveler’s wife had never known true fear and loneliness until her husband went down to the...

Dry Bones

(Written in honor of the city of Santa Fe, TX.) Aksana sat on the edge of the outcropping and...

Death and the Knight

Death sheathed his sword.

Its worn grip formed perfectly to his hand. Rainwater washed pools of dark blood and broken teeth across the stony ground, while crows picked flesh from fresh corpses.

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