From the Window
Elvis has left the building.
Vignette
Buckethead
Hop on the exam table, Mister Smith, and let’s take a look at the carnage, shall we? Yes, you can leave your shoes on. My word! That’s quite the jolt to the ...
Eddie Zovinovich
No one could pronounce my last name growing up. Eddie Zovinovich. How fucking hard is that? Back in the eighth grade, Pete Tomilson and his croonies ruled th...
Lessons
So, I’ve been reading my NaNoWriMo novel today and had a brainwave.
Observation
I watch as she sits on the park bench, tucking a wisp of hair behind her ear, and quietly sips her coffee. She never sees me and I jot down the precise time ...
First Fledging
I’ll never forget the first time I sat behind the yoke of dad’s old hovercar by myself, newly minted holo-license carefully filed in my e-wallet. I was all s...
Compassion
Eunice set the picture of their Caribbean vacation on the side table as quietly as she could, trying not to wake him. She brought her fingers to her lips, ki...
The Dark Pool of Lamia
Lamia wrapped the mottled scarf around her light frame, enjoying the silky sensation as the soft cool hide hugged her contours. She didn’t have need of mirro...
Down the Hill
“You wax the flyer? It’s all shiny.”
What Am I?
We’re twins, you and I. We are so much alike. We have both our positives and negatives. My yin to your yang, so to speak. Alone, we are powerless, but togeth...
One Last Letter
Ricky checked his mailbox everyday at just before noon, rain or shine. He’d done this for as long as he could remember. Clip the leash on Duke, Number Four i...
The Bonded
Not every Fayre could be trusted. I learned that lesson early on. But for every million of the flittering little freaks that infested the planet, there was o...