22 Jun What Shelia Wants
I just wanted to make her happy, that’s all. I just wanted to make her happy with me again. Was that so wrong? I mean, what’d I do to deserve this? Okay, so maybe I cheated. But I felt horrible for it and wanted to make...
21 Jun Project Demigod
“…In an attempt to convince the prince to do his duty, he assumes his multi-armed form and he says, ‘Now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds’… I suppose we all felt that in a way…” - J. Robert Oppenheimer People always used to ask me,...
20 Jun Little Johnny’s Cave
“Will you tell us the story again, Dad?” ”Yeah, Dad, tell us about ‘Little Johnny’s Cave!’ PLEASE?” I still remember those days, sitting around a campfire in the backyard and listening to dad tell that story. It was our favorite. “Little Johnny’s Cave.” It was as...
19 Jun A Pig’s Life
From the Desk of Independent Journalist and Researcher James Thurwell: Recently, what could be termed a medical miracle was performed, in which scientists were able to revive tissue that suffered cellular death using a system known as OrganEx. This process was able to take organs harvested...
18 Jun Eating Richly
“And a double with cheese, please.” Patrick leaned in close to me from the passenger seat. “Can you add a Coke to that, too?” I leaned out. “Can we have a Coke, too, please?” I looked back at Patrick, who made a hand gesture, pulling his hands...
17 Jun The Hunt
The following is transcribed from a document located in an unmarked grave discovered and exhumed on the island of Skellig Michael. The document is of particular note, because not only does it predate the monastic orders that would come to dominate the culture of this...
16 Jun Death by Misadventure
Raw vulgarities and unspeakable explicatives in a seemingly everlasting anguish, embedded like a cancer in his soul. Every unforgiven man has lacked forgiveness and thus has brought the pestilence to his own door. In order for one to be forgiven, one must find it in...
15 Jun Neither Here Nor There
Staring wildly out the window, trying to make sense of the madness swelling in my mind, I am lost in the reverie of the little I know to be true, trying to reconcile the upheaval in my soul. How I pray it were possible, in...
14 Jun Huggin’ Molly
Abraham had concluded his business in Abbeville. He had slept extemporaneously since he had arrived, but he was anxious to see home. Home was several miles out of town, but it would be an easy walk. Abraham walked everywhere. Transportation for him had been a horse...
13 Jun If Animals Could Talk
When we moved into the house, we called it our home. We were clueless as to what forces were living with us. It became apparent rather quickly we were not alone. All of the events I am sharing, I do with reluctance. I am not interested...
12 Jun Annie
I’ll never forget the Halloween I moved to Westport. It was a rough year for me—just barely 12—moving in the hottest summer months to a new town in the middle of nowhere. Coming from the big city, the endless fields and forests were definitely new...
11 Jun Idle Thoughts
As a kid, I read a ton of sci-fi. Pulp stuff, real trash, most of it, but it inspired me. It told me that there were things out there to be discovered, that there were new worlds to open up. No matter how far we’d...
10 Jun Happy Birthday
Today’s my birthday. That’s not generally something I bring up. I don’t celebrate it. Almost no one knows when it is, and I like it that way. I don’t like being put on the spot. I don’t like the falseness of people wishing me a happy...
09 Jun To Have and To Hold
I was supposed to be at my friend’s wedding this weekend. And the thing is, maybe I was there? Only I’m pretty sure it was canceled. I went to the bride’s funeral. But—let me back up. I knew both Aldin and Petra from college. They met...
08 Jun Under Construction
I thought it was just like any other construction zone. It looked the same: same cones, same signs, same trucks. And honestly, if people would learn how to drive, I probably never would have noticed any differently. But people get stupid in the face of...
07 Jun The Depths of Trust
It had been a whirlwind romance. Hakamiah Morrison had been head over heels for Delilah from the moment he first laid eyes on her. He was not greatly skilled in the art of seduction, or indeed even conversation, so it took a few tries to...
06 Jun The Murk
Obadiah had forty different words for fog. From his fishing shack on the waterfront, he watched various fogs come and go, ebbing and flowing around the town. He needed every one of the words to describe the varied types that ran their blurry touch over...
05 Jun David Knows a Shortcut
There were three things everyone could tell you about David. The first, the one everyone noticed immediately, was that he was handsome. Like, Hollywood handsome. He had a roguish charm, too, a disarming smile that lit up his face and made everything all right. Men,...
04 Jun What is Going on at Liberty Chapel
I'm from a smallish town. In a town like that, you know everyone's business, for better or for worse. You all go to the same school, shop at the same stores, show up on Sundays at the same churches. More or less, anyway. My town had...
03 Jun The Bus Ride Down Foulcroft Row
It was just after dark, and I was standing by myself at an abandoned bus stop on an almost equally abandoned street, waiting in near pitch-black conditions for a bus that logically would never come. Most of the streetlights didn’t work anymore, and the derelict...