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The Sorrow of the Christmas Tree

All dressed in her best baubles and bells, the Christmas tree rowed out onto the still, black lake. She dipped … More

christmas, fantasy, fiction, flash, flash fiction, short story, writing

Spine Call

Rrrrrriiiiiiiinnnngggg. Rrrrrriiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggg. ‘Hello.’ ‘Roland, hi, it’s me.’ Breathing. Breathing. ‘What’s wrong? You sound out of breath.’ ‘What’s wrong? I’ll tell … More

fiction, flash, flash fiction, horror, short, story, weird, writing

When in August the First We Be

The cycle came back around, started over, and as with magical things, August returned with the wind. A warm wind, … More

fall, fantasy, flash fiction, short story, summer, weird

We Can Grow Squash Here, Jon

In a part of the world where you’ve never been, a meadow glows. With tulips and carnations and lilies and … More

flash fiction, iraq, orlando, paris, short story, terrorism, weird

Ears Go Deaf, Scarecrow Goes Stuffed

My left ear was clogged. A pressure inside that was uncomfortable, but not debilitating. I had become almost entirely deaf … More

creative writing, flash fiction, horror, short story, weird

A Stream of Consciousness about Brussels and Being Home

What this guy sees is smoke and he hears noise like screaming. He’s on the ground, he’s at an airport, … More

belgium, brussels, death, fantasy, fiction, flash, reality, scifi, stream of consciousness, terrorism

Nightingale

A man wakes up lost. Around him, trees—tall as mountains—they block out the sky. The man forgets if there ever … More

creative writing, death, fantasy, flash fiction, horror, keats, monsters, short story, writer

Gala on the Grimcoast

I watch Abe under the eaves of night. We’re outside, on the balcony of an opulent estate, just beyond the … More

creative writing, excerpt, fantasy, flash fiction, life, loss, novel, short story, writer

Winter Wind and the Hay Man

The farmer plodded through the rooms of his home. The sun not fully showing yet, the world outside was washed … More

creative writing, fantasy, flash fiction, nostalgia, short story, winter, writer

The Baby Apollonia

Christmas Eve on the bridge, and a star in the north, blazing behind the fog. God looked down into the … More

christmas, creative writing, death, fantasy, flash fiction, god, holiday, religion, short story

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