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November 29, 2017

Adam and Eve

A tear. Sparkling. Pristine. Pure. Another follows, then another. Like rain, those first bitter drops precipitate into a storm. Soon, dual rivers flow along the age worn contours of Adam’s and Eve’s windswept cheeks. A village once stood where Adam and Eve now kneel, but a village stands no more. For before the water from … Continue reading "Adam and Eve"
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Published on November 29, 2017 05:00

November 22, 2017

Exile

The road Jeremy traveled crested a steep, sandy hill, and he stopped for a moment to look around. Not that there was anything to see. The landscape had remained unchanged since his arrival some five hundred years ago. He didn’t know where the road began, only that it was long, that as far as he … Continue reading "Exile"
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Published on November 22, 2017 05:00

November 15, 2017

Donna

I had a lot on my plate this week and wasn’t able to write a new piece, so I’ve reposted one of my Patreon shorts from last year. It should be new for most of you. I’ll have an original story for you guys next week
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Published on November 15, 2017 05:00

November 8, 2017

The Voice

“You can’t do this,” whispered a malevolent voice in the dark, a sound Amanda hadn’t heard in years. She gritted her teeth, dug in her heels and tried to stand her ground. But it was persuasive, and Amanda didn’t know if she was strong enough to defy it. The voice had been with her from … Continue reading "The Voice"
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Published on November 08, 2017 05:00

October 31, 2017

October 31

It started on October 31 with a hole. It wasn’t large at the time, only a minor abrasion on the surface of the Earth. But it grew, first in fits and starts, then at an increasingly alarming pace, swallowing cities and highways, forests and hills, rivers and mountains. Entire continents plunged to their deaths before … Continue reading "October 31"
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October 25, 2017

A Proposal, Part 3

This is the third installment of a seven part series. If you’re looking for part 1, you can find it here. If you’re looking for part 2, you can find it here. “Hurt you, Miss? Now, whatever gave you that idea?” “Please,” she repeated. “Don’t hurt me.” Jill wanted to screw her eyes shut, but … Continue reading "A Proposal, Part 3"
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Published on October 25, 2017 05:00

October 18, 2017

A Proposal, Part 2

This is the second installment in a seven part series. Parts 1–3 will be posted for free on the blog. Parts 4–7 will be posted exclusively on Patreon in exchange for a small monthly pledge. If you’re looking for part 1, you can find it here. It was dark when Jill opened her eyes. What … Continue reading "A Proposal, Part 2"
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Published on October 18, 2017 06:00

October 11, 2017

A Proposal, Part 1

This is the first installment of a seven part series. It was the day the axis of Jill’s life forever shifted, the day she was swept away by the gravity of sinister forces, compelled to walk a dark and inexorable path. If only she hadn’t answered the door, she thought later, if only she’d stayed … Continue reading "A Proposal, Part 1"
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Published on October 11, 2017 06:00

October 4, 2017

Best Friends

A special shout out to my newest patron, Nick! Don stood outside a pair of broad double doors, torches in iron scones along the walls casting a dim orange glow in the late night darkness. At his word, the doors would open, and then he would carry out his duty. But for now, he waited. … Continue reading "Best Friends"
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Published on October 04, 2017 07:30

September 27, 2017

The Man With No Name

A ribbon of pipe smoke curls into the air, and not for the first time, I think of my grandpa, who would sit at the back of a musty kitchen, puffing his pipe, pondering a world that passed him by long ago. The memory is vivid, visceral, and it almost sends me sprawling into the …
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Published on September 27, 2017 07:30