Short Fiction and Poetry

The boy sat for a long time with his back against the tree, eyes closed, enjoying the sun. Large white clouds floated slowly past [...]

the god hasn't saved me the dog did. he kept barking till I woke up and I saw the door knob jerking furiously. [...]

The afternoon yawns lazily, hot white sand, whooshes of waves, freckled skin peeking out from a tight bikini [...]

This is the very last place on Earth I want to be right now. Like, the absolute dead last. But here I am with a bottle of Yuengling [...]

The film camera caught my eye instantly, like an otherworldly force singing a siren song. [...]

I buried his cold corpse with parched and sapped hands, as I began to sense all the numbers on my body convulse. [...]

I wrote my name in the dust for the last time. You knew my habits well - an ailing language that led us both astray. [...]

Another night has come and gone. Another night of counting the hours until daybreak. Another morning watching the sun slowly rise [...]

Sitting alone in my own despair Just off in the distance ringing I hear That familiar sound of my phone's ringtone [...]

"Selling? Yeah, I am aware that’s what people call it," he tittered.Contrary to what I was told, he didn’t have pointy, shark-like teeth[..]