Short Fiction and Poetry

The door hissed shut; the blitz of multi-coloured screens were locked out. Her feet squeaked as she came closer and beamed with light. [...]

Stephanie Gildon stumbled as she wiggled her butt off of the thick stone fence. Her foot turned awkwardly upon hitting the turf [...]

As i lay on a nimbus cloud A cumulous dream had I An enchanted novella Authored by my ego And starring my id [...]

The bus rolls on through the quiet of the night, Its tires humming an endless hymn, a sound Of white noise that coaxes us to sleep [...]

Stephen Miller swerved the stolen car to avoid a deer in the middle of the road. The car left the road, bulldozed its way [...]

Crisp white sheets contrasted against the dark bruises on her knuckles as she made the bed. [...]

This night is tedious. I turn the pages of a book, but quit after a brief look. [...]

I know the myriad ways a lover loves As once a young poet wrote, counting the ways[..] I know the intensity of a love that is more than love

I stopped giving a shit when I turned sixty-five. Pauline told me it would happen and crowed about the sense of freedom [...]

When I am gone, come sit by my grave And bring along your memories A gift of days, water-colored and soft as rain, [...]