Short Fiction and Poetry

“Michelle, they are waiting,” a familiar voice drifted into her consciousness. Michelle, a young woman [...}

The night was defined by a pouring rain and it was as dark as could be, and the woman walking down the street didn’t know anyone [...]

My face stares back at me from my reflection--a white face with searching eyes endowed with a mass of curly waves. [...]

While this being has existed for centuries, taking on various forms and saving countless civilizations [...]

The snow covered the tyre tracks. The snow cleaned the blood from the tyres, from the sickly yellow headlights of the car [...]

Clive chomped away at the soggy marsh grass, water dripping out of his mouth and down his long neck. He put his head down again [...]

The lines run on the surface of her skin, her face Thin, translucent skin Marathoners thirsty for distance, slow but steady [...]

The first night I stood watching her house, there was drizzle. Under a wide-leaved fig tree, a foots-breadth away [...]

I paddled the canoe out into the lake, trying to find the exact locations where my father taught me to fish. It seemed impossible [...]

I used to speak with my family more, used to have more friends, Over the years, they have drifted away [...]