Chance Upon a Winter’s Eve
“Moooooom,” the little boy elongated, “there’s a tree at the door.” His face cherubic as he leaned against the crack in the entry, pressing his chubby cheeks against the edge of the door — sure to leave a mark. These […]
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Watching Me Sleep – Illustrated
Recently, I was able to have done something I’ve wanted to do with my writing for a long, long time: have illustrations to accompany the flashes of fiction. This reimagination of the story, told with words, shape, and form, appeared […]
By Chance
Introducing my newest weekly serialized fiction – Felix Chance! How? Why? When? Felix never knows, just that the implausible will happen – By Chance. Welcome to the world of Felix Chance, where the unexpected becomes quite apparent. Episodes appear weekly. […]
The Star
The Star by which I am guided to my death came to me in a dream. A maddening dream. The sort of dream indistinguishable from reality yet only exists in the moment unburdened by memory or expectation. All the day […]
Mirror
The only wisdom you’ll find in me is from my writing, yet that is but a reflection of your own inner wisdom. Call me Mirror. Ask me your questions. I’ll give you my answers. My answers may not fit you […]
I’m Not So Sure
Cold sweat. Awake. Reality? The world snaps back into focus. Vision spotted with holes through which you glimpse the fading images of dream(?). Fainter and fainter, the holes close as you try in vain to peer through. Snippets you see. […]
Watching Me Sleep
The monster watched slumly from the foot of the bed, jaws dripping with the green ichor squirting out of the Blume-Sprite it snapped from his dream. A dream unkind to his mind. A nightmare if such things really existed – […]
Stillness
Ruddy and rutting, the beast enraged, gouges the hills and banks in pursuit of you. You who foolishly stumbled upon the Surloch engaged in a mating dance. Here there be monsters, the map had said, but that could not be. […]
Midday
Midday. I find myself wondering how to break into people’s consciousnesses. To insert myself into their brains. Hack them. Step around the noise of everyday life so that in their moments of peace they think of me. Of my work. […]
Reflection
The reflection that isn’t there. The reflection that hides. If it began to stare, what would you do? To look at you and twist it’s head, thinking what, you wonder. Do you look tasty, a nummy morsel of flesh and […]