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Freelance short story writer of weird fiction. Can be contacted at [email protected]
135: I want to be with him every single day by bronx. | Flickr Johnny sighed. "It can wait."The moon hung in the night whole and round and bright as the toll of a church bell promising salvation. Its reflection floated lazily on the lake's surface, rippling when Blake or Johnny ran one of their naked feet through the water.
Short Stories
On a skull-shaped tropical island deep in the Atlantic, five stories beneath a dormant volcano, Dr. Entropy admired his new portrait, contemplating Armageddon and its implied suicide.
Flash Fictions
"Out, out!" roared the unfolding supernova, its end birthing one last litter of photons into the universe. Out these photons flew, alongside their elemental brethren, into every direction of this breathless third dimension.
She sings "Amazing Grace" when she irons the blouse he hated, the white one with a stain on the left shoulder. She plays with this stain like children shape clouds.
Atop the upright piano leans a store-bought, framed picture in which piano keys swirl around a quote that is supposed to be inspirational.