Jeff Coleman's Blog: Jeff Coleman Writes, page 19

The Dokash

I am not a madman. The doctors all say the same thing, those small minded men and women in their white lab coats and sterile, condescending smiles. They assert that I’m delusional, that I’m a danger to myself and others. Do not believe them. I’ve come not to do violence, but to warn of the … Continue reading "The Dokash"

The Magician’s Heir

I sit outside, take a bite of my club supreme on white, and gaze out over the contours of my life from the other side of time. So much has happened in the intervening years, so many terrible, unimaginable things. If I didn’t know better, I’d say I was a character from a novel, the … Continue reading "The Magician’s Heir"

King of the Crows

Max dumped the contents of his lunch onto an outdoor wrought iron table—a six-inch turkey on wheat with lettuce, onion, bell pepper and olives—and gazed out into the parking lot, watching strangers as they wandered off toward shops and restaurants. Among them stood a solitary crow, hopping from one spot to the next as it … Continue reading "King of the Crows"

Better Off Inside

Light penetrates my eyes. For a moment I gaze up, squint through the bars of a prison abandoned for centuries, and consider my escape. Then the light begins to burn and I look away. The bars have rusted through, have even crumbled to powder in some places. Yet I remain. All of us remain. Part … Continue reading "Better Off Inside"

Anathema

Arnold stopped to peer at the moon, glabrous and pale in the late night sky, then slipped through the broad cathedral doors. The church was silent except for the echo his shoes made when he walked across the marble floor, and he suppressed a shudder as he passed by flickering candles and confessionals, surrounded by … Continue reading "Anathema"

We Are You

The creature shrieked. Diane ran. Rain fell, pattering the street, while above in the clouds, thunder exploded like aboriginal drums. The rain had soaked through her clothes, and a chill was settling into her chest. But she kept running, blood pounding, side aching, because something dangerous was behind her, and if she let her guard … Continue reading "We Are You"

Alone

This piece of flash fiction appears in the June issue of The Wagon Magazine. Philosophers have pondered it. Theologians have pontificated about it. Scientists have been skeptical of it. Life after death. The great beyond. Sarah had been afraid of it, then had slipped silently into it during the night. She had no idea how she’d … Continue reading "Alone"

The Generous Patron

This story is dedicated first and foremost to my generous and supportive patrons ♥ “Damn.” Alan sighed and dropped his hands. A moment later, the half formed construction of fire that hovered before him vanished. Without its flickering light, the market stall was cold and dark. He’d tried to make a Phoenix. Not an actual living creature … Continue reading "The Generous Patron"

Finding the Light

A special shout out to my new patrons, Michael, Liz, Billie, Christine and Jewelz! If you want to read early drafts of every novel, novella and short story I write, as well as receive free copies of all my books in the digital format of your choice, become a patron by clicking here. Mary peered … Continue reading "Finding the Light"

A Special Gift for Dark Tower Fans

If you’re a fan of Stephen King’s The Dark Tower, you’ll recognize Charlie the Choo-Choo, a spooky fictional children’s book about a talking train that foreshadows Blaine the Mono. I was excited to learn it’s been turned into a real book, illustrations and all, and I want to give you a hardcover copy. Here’s the … Continue reading "A Special Gift for Dark Tower Fans"