Short Fiction and Poetry

My lady, a year and a day have passed; yesterday’s snows have melted. But the deep bond we once forged was never broken in my heart. [...]

It was 7 p.m. I was tired and sweaty from a long workday and wanted to go home. But instead, I waited in an uncomfortable hospital [..]

empty belly — the labourers make noise still noise remain under oppressive rule muted — guns silencing us helmets & boots [...]

30 minutes. It was quiet. My palms were starting to sweat and now the pounding in my chest traveled to my ears [...]

In sixth grade, the first year of middle school, our Physical Education teacher was Coach Stogie. He really was shaped like a stubby [...]

“Michelle, they are waiting,” a familiar voice drifted into her consciousness. Michelle, a young woman [...}

The night was defined by a pouring rain and it was as dark as could be, and the woman walking down the street didn’t know anyone [...]

My face stares back at me from my reflection--a white face with searching eyes endowed with a mass of curly waves. [...]

While this being has existed for centuries, taking on various forms and saving countless civilizations [...]

The snow covered the tyre tracks. The snow cleaned the blood from the tyres, from the sickly yellow headlights of the car [...]