Category: Fiction

The Oak on the Town Green

Yet they’d let the venerable oak in the center square, past which half the townsfolk walked any given day of the week, get so wracked and choked with saplings and briar that a Woodshirk had appeared in it.

This was a disaster.

Wanted

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

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...

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