The ending business of an etching goodbye, betwixt the blunder and the brood, eradicated flailing concerns, gobbled up the esoteric posturing, and thrusted forward the salivating sudden urge to break the black marble underneath his fisting feet. His prudent and prestigious parents had conceived him the first and fairest of them all. His parents were…
“The Eyes Have It” originally appeared in Science Fiction Stories 1953, but since the copyright wasn’t renewed, it’s lapsed into the public domain. “A little whimsy, now and then, makes for good balance,” the magazine’s editors wrote then. “Theoretically, you could find this type of humor anywhere. But only a topflight science-fictionist, we thought, could…
The moonlight bathed the bloodshed, adding a silver blanket that glimmered in waves across the bodies of men that wailed and grunted, sparkling with scarlet spears, carnage of human fields, and he exhaled with reticent resolve—gazing beyond the ocean of death, thinking of home. Recollections of horripilation, while he ran across cold marble floors, sighed…
I could hear the sliding of old, heavy, red curtains dragging in the distance. Maybe it was a dream I had as a child and my subconscious decided to play some fragments of its soundtrack. She was droning on and I kept chasing that feeling, that sound, delving downward into an uncertain state of mind….
He wondered without worry, without doubt, for his efforts were fruitful, his love was latently lurid and lugubrious despite the fierce wanton the world around him, in the carnage of that contrast, had reminded him of. Recollections of ostentatious shortcomings plagued his brain as grey-blue birds plummeted and zipped to the left of the horizon—disappearing…
She took one lengthy deep drag from her cigarette as the cold biting breeze disheveled her long, dirty-blonde hair, and she held her breath as lifeless beaten newspaper pages rolled past her pastel-pink scuffed up Louboutins. As she removed the hair from her mouth and face, she noticed her bitten, black paint-chipped finger nails reflected…
The dull night drive through downtown streets thrusted sidewinding memories of melancholic moments; old lovers giggling by candlelight, conversations in hot showers, tender was their touch, lips shaped like breaking and rearranging hearts, distant stares that spoke volumes with their vacancy, and I lived as a man engaged with fickle fiancées, a murderer in the…
Act I – Your Word I love playing baseball. As a kid I joined local leagues and had a blast riding my bike across town to play. I lived in a very small LDS community at the time and it was safe to…
The church bell could be heard in the hazy day distance as her right toe pressed against the pillar of her porch while she rocked herself slowly, gently. Back arched and arms hanging lifeless. Her thin pastel-peach summer dress slightly swung in the summer morning breeze and caressed the faded-white wooden deck; the print on…
“My fellow Americans…As your very handsome and capable President, I hereby have some groundbreaking news to share with you this beautiful and blessed morning. Play the music, will you, darling,” he said as a tall skinny blonde in faux Fendi pointed a remote control to the corner of the room behind him, and Beethoven’s Piano…
