Category: Stories
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Creedence (Part 2)
Nothing but sand and rock and dirt around, and the sun above casting vengeance on the world. If they left the car and never returned, dawn would have been enough to burn away any chance of survival. And yet no bodies in the sand.
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Creedence
It’s easy to imagine this desert is left over from some apocalypse, and the AC blasting across our faces is a shield against the fallout.
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Anton
Anton considered Alster’s claim, then cast his mind out to the dark reaches of the manor, probing at alcoves and passageways for the touch of a stranger. Almost he felt that he could hear someone breathing, as of a hidden soul within the walls of his home.
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The Hanged Man
The clouds that morning were the kind that said someone, somewhere, had been hanged in the night.
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A City, Voiceless
Out of a forest painted by the hand of autumn I came on my journey, around a bend in the road that showed me a city in the distance. I didn’t know the place—the last time I passed this way the city hadn’t been there…
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Alabaster
I looked around at the fallen snow that lay over the city and saw beneath it to hidden grime, the sludge of years accumulated in unseen places…
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Goodbye Space Ranger
The massive engines roared to life beneath him, and Silas forgot for a moment all of the black thoughts that had urged him to this point. There was only awe in his heart, and every physical sensation was melting together with the engine, his whole body joining with the metal monster in its great leap…
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Red Hair
“Do you need help?” The man in the car asked. His voice cut through the night, raised above the downpour, the steady drone of raindrops spattering against the road, the trees, the roof of his car. The girl raised her head, startled.
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The Last Time
***Warning: This story contains descriptions of potentially sensitive material regarding drug use When she left work, she was aching for it. Actually, she’d been aching for it for hours. Days. Maybe even years. Ever since her first time. She knew there was some at home—he always had something. She stumbled out of the office and…
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Two Point Creek
Quiet footsteps and hushed voices passed down our street, knocking gently on doors, afraid to break the sleepy peace within. Behind them followed a wake of dread that settled like cement into the heart of anyone who heard the news. “Been there a few days…” “Just barely started to rust…” “Looks…
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Ritual By the Sea
When I came to the cove, I knew it immediately as the place I sought. The wind that had battled my advance across the open sea died as I brought my boat around the outcropping of rock that formed the entrance to the small harbor. I did not need to look at the aged photograph…
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Somnambulist
My son Hugo sleepwalks. The first time I came upon him in the dead of night, I screamed loud enough to wake him from his trance. It was late—around two o’clock. I’d sent Hugo to bed long before but had stayed up in my study to sort through my jumbled thoughts. The hours darkened, and…
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Thunderstorm
Our backs pressed into the grass bent beneath us. Night hid the snow-capped peaks on either side. The sky above was clear—a portal open wide to the heavens. Stars, frozen a million years in the past, held sway over us in their own distant way. Our breath rose in the blackness, a ghostly mist that…
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Bal Zezar
Out of the woods they came, drunk on their desire for the sabbath. From all directions they came, heeding the call of the black hill. Across the fallow lands they came, leaving behind them a wake of death, the land shuddering beneath footsteps that carried them forth toward Bal Zezar. The hill, raised by the…
The Light is On 