Jeff Coleman's Blog: Jeff Coleman Writes, page 24

Choices

Janelle stood before a network of interconnected roads, celestial paths across space and time that fanned out into the horizon and beyond, forking and dividing in an increasingly complex and unforeseeable set of possible futures. So many choices. It was dizzying, thinking of all the places she could go, all the things she could see. … Continue reading "Choices"

Journey’s End

This piece of flash fiction appears in the September issue of The Wagon Magazine. It was big. World-sized big. It towered over her, blocking her path. So, this was what her journey had come to. Centuries of trudging through desert and mountains, sea and jungle, space and time, only so that minutes from her journey’s … Continue reading "Journey’s End"

Announcement Next Week

I have an announcement to make about my upcoming book, Rite of Passage. If you haven’t already done so, join the mailing list using the form below. For those of you who already have, look for my email next Saturday Subscribe to receive a free copy of my short story The Sign. Your Email … Continue reading "Announcement Next Week"

Through the Flame

Anita threw more wood onto what was already a blazing fire. Glowing embers popped and cracked, leaping into the air like fireworks. That should be enough, she thought. She sat on the smooth white sand to watch the flames. So far, the beach was barren save for herself. But that wouldn’t be true for very … Continue reading "Through the Flame"

Going Home

Jack stood facing the Pacific, dwarfed by the vastness of the ocean. He was nothing before that endless expanse of blue. The vastness of the ocean made him ponder the vastness of the cosmos, transcendental, eternal. A tailwind kicked up behind him, billowing his shirt and jacket. He hugged himself and shivered. He wanted to … Continue reading "Going Home"

Love Between the Lines

He begins to wake. The dream warps, fades, falls away to the space between. On the periphery of his subconscious, just before the threshold of reality, is where he meets Diane. He can feel himself slipping, feel the world around him breaking apart like dandelion puff in a breeze, and it’s in this moment that … Continue reading "Love Between the Lines"

The Gift

This piece of flash fiction appears in the August issue of The Wagon Magazine. The man sat on a long wooden bench, watching a little boy no older than two play in the grass. He saw him kick a soft blue ball and thought the sight should have made him smile. But he only felt … Continue reading "The Gift"

Embraced by the Light

“Next.” Mark’s heart somersaults. He’s close now, only fourth in line. Soon he’ll be moving on. Every now and then he steals nervous glances at the underground cavern surrounding the terminal. Inscribed on the rough stone walls are symbols whose meanings modern scholars still haven’t deciphered. Above, incandescent bulbs provide a dim illumination. There’s a … Continue reading "Embraced by the Light"

London Bridge Is Falling Down

He boarded the train from Brighton Station at two forty-five clutching a black leather briefcase. The car was crowded, but he found a seat in the back and made his way toward it. He sat down beside an elderly woman, who glanced up and smiled. He returned the gesture, and idly wondered if she would … Continue reading "London Bridge Is Falling Down"

Precious Stones

Ainsley plunged his hands into the icy water, scraped the ground beneath until they were filled with stones, and pulled them above the surface. He examined each one, cursed when he didn’t find what he was looking for, and chucked the entire load back into the water. Behind him, the rocky shore rattled like beads … Continue reading "Precious Stones"