Carol loved watching her children cooperate long enough to build a snowman.
“July Snows”
Nearly every yard on Martin Avenue had a snowman at this point.
Nearly every yard on Martin Avenue had a snowman at this point.
Carol loved watching her children cooperate long enough to build a snowman.
With the press of a button, the Moon shattered into thousands of pieces.
Only the most foolish believe that our world will remain unchanged.
Before a new barrier between this life and the next is constructed, the current partition must be dismantled. This is a complex and delicate matter, with a certain amount of collateral damage expected.
An extraordinary ending to an ordinary bullfight.
The bull made a final pass, and the matador bowed before the crowd. He revealed a sword and waved his cape. Continue reading ““Toro Bravo””
Surviving humans prepare for a last stand outside Blantyre.
A smattering of U.N. peacekeepers joined a surviving contingent of the Malawian army and a few wily locals in burning shrubland and broadleafs around Blantyre.
Survivors huddle in an escape pod.
He knows when you are sleeping.
“Did you hear that?”
Todd McHugh has murdered his wife and is hoping to seek refuge in Mexico.
“Sleeping at the Rum Cherry Motel” was one of the first flash fiction pieces that I ever sent out for publication, and I was fortunate enough to have Twisted Sister Lit Mag publish this 2016 product (2016 was a very productive year for me). Continue reading ““Sleeping at the Rum Cherry Motel” Revisited”
After a string of grizzly murders, an unusual scene awaits the police.
“So, what happened?”
“Well, the poor fool finally snapped. He shot himself.”
An unfinished poem about the legacies of the Roman and Byzantine Empires.
“New Rome”
So was said
“New Rome”
Even after Rome was dead Continue reading ““New Rome” (unfinished)”