The mine shaft erupted in flames.
“Well, you found me,” Satan said pushing a drill out of the way. “Now, which way to the surface?”
“I Warned You” (VSS XXV)
A collection of ominous short fiction from my Twitter account (@jojascully).
Month: July 2019
“Unreflected Beauty”
Seeing is believing. Believing is frightening.
The exhibit at the American Museum of Mirrors and Reflection proved a great success, with a wide variety of visitors.
“Shovels and Shotguns”
Necessary for a gruesome recovery.
The day after the last of the undead expired, the inoculated commenced with the preparation of many mass graves.
“The Big Fruit Stand on Calle Boquete”
This piece originally appeared with Workshop (defunct online journal of short fiction).
“There’s a big fruit stand on Calle Boquete in Panama City. Meet me there ten years from today, and I’ll give you back the key to the time machine. I’ve done this before and I know I take that long to win her back!”
“Ten years! How will I know it’s you?”
“Luyten b”
Space crabs.
Not good (generally speaking).
The aquatic life found on Luyten b was often kept in aquariums within the fledging colony established on the exoplanet.
“One Night” (VSS XXIV)
A collection of ominous short fiction from my Twitter account.
The poison was colorless, but there was a foul aroma.
Mrs. Claus wasn’t pleased.
She had one night of privacy to get this right.
“The Rains Returned”
Paradise reanimated.
The last island on the Red Planet slowly became the tip of a narrow peninsula.
“Quartering”
Stubbornness kills. Often horrifically.
One rebel was late to surrender.
“Ex-husbands” (VSS XXIII)
A collection of short fiction from my Twitter account (@jojascully).
She keeps her favorite possessions in the crawl space above her closet.
That’s likely where you’ll find her ex-husband.
“The Little Possessed Caboose”
Inspired by my favorite book as a child (“The Little Red Caboose That Ran Away”), this originally appeared with Workshop (defunct online journal of short fiction).
“We just don’t need you,” the railroader said. “We don’t need any cabooses.”
A Visit to the Idea Factory 