Short Fiction and Poetry

Gavin Helmscott III had lived, if you could call what he did living, nearly three centuries whole and unmolested, if a bit faded of late[..]

An insidious intent tells our inner selves Of sacrifice and solitude, suspense and sacrilege, Of sorrows and souls' starvation [...]

Elsie sat at the forest’s edge, her back against the deeply grooved bark of a fallen walnut tree. A moment earlier, three short [...]

Disturbing. Is there someone there? What rides upon night’s lonely air through frost and fog? A distant sound at time of night when [...]

A faded rain-covered photograph leaking all color and pigment… A vivid moment, immersed in love and rapture, nostalgia [...]

The staff at the Arbourview Respite Centre were calling Louisa’s next-of-kin for instructions. The time had come to say good-bye. [...]

This instrument I cannot tune between your ribs. Inside these shadowlands of birch and pine, your own svelte tongue ripe with sunlight.[...]

That toy called to her. It wasn’t anything special: likely only cost four bucks brand new. However, something about this [...]

Tracing (enjoying) with her tongue the silhouette of the four new teeth she'd acquired since her last incarnation. Ah, lovely, so slick[..]

There is something in my mind holding me back from what I wish to achieve, it is simply one desire after another – another goal [...]