Satellites and Violets
Gina was old now by nearly anyone’s standards. Her face was wrinkled and her joints creaked when she moved, especially first thing in the morning…
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Gina was old now by nearly anyone’s standards. Her face was wrinkled and her joints creaked when she moved, especially first thing in the morning…
“What if?” is the essence of genre fiction. What if monsters were real? What if mankind had faster-than-light travel? What if there was a world…
Many years ago, an amateur graphologist told a business colleague that I was, based on my signature, a serial killer. When she assured the gentleman…
There were no fires that night. They couldn’t risk it. Aurelia ran her fingers along the gold chain around her neck. The motion was comforting,…
Everyone at Connor Street Baptist loved Billy. He was a short, round man with a forgettable, round face framed by large round glasses. His sparse…
Freddy sees something big. Now he has to go into witness protection. He needs the next available vehicle ASAP. Photo by Christian Lue on Unsplash…
It hit the floor with a thud. She watched in horror as the pumpkin basket bounced merrily off the floor of the patio scattering her…
After he had done the thing, he threw the shovel down, spit out his cigarette, and walked away from the mound of dirt. He had…
Winters were always Niko’s favorite. He loved the snow, and the cold, and the dark, vast nights. He loved being able to wear nice sweaters…
Do you know why I can’t hang your art on my wall? It’s because it’s the Dead Christ to my Dostoyevsky. “A painting like that…
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