Cretaceous Queen, Chapter Four: Countdown

Chapter Four: Countdown “Hey! Are you alright?!” Kurtzberg coughed while she waved away purple gas. Phantom opened his eyes lying face down on the bridge. He pulled himself to one knee, held his gut, and groaned. He and the trio he’d saved were now hundreds of yards from the bus, out of harm’s way near... Continue Reading →

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Presence

She awakened with a gasp, cold, wet and naked. Scrambling to stand in the shower stall, she tripped over the woman’s corpse strangled at her feet. Sprayed by water long since drained of warmth, a melancholy face —empty of life— was the only witness to her christening. A scream and the sound of shattering glass... Continue Reading →

Short Story: Ounta

Aen crouched in the brush, surveying the path that curved between massive redwood trunks and lesser conifers. The young hunter, no longer a child but still absent a beard, concealed himself beside a rotten and shattered pine. Having been there since dawn, dusk now deepened the shadows that filtered down from the towering forest canopy... Continue Reading →

Cretaceous Queen, Chapter Two: Urruatta

Chapter Two: Urruatta There was a split-second breach into lightless, extradimensional space. The brief shift to weightless non-direction was like a rollercoaster dip before the pair materialized a foot above the Lee Building’s roof. Gravity reasserted its caress, and they dropped down from the cloud of purple gas that enveloped them. Katie maintained her balance,... Continue Reading →

Short Story: The Boy in the Jar

The boy awoke with a start, and the curved glass of the cylinder distorted the face of the girl pounding upon it. His confused eyes met hers peering through translucent green fluid. Feeling the shock of her fist hitting the container, he watched her scream. But the girl’s words were rendered incomprehensible by the liquid... Continue Reading →

Fifty Word Fantasy: Heart of Gold

“It’s gold, Miss. Enchanted clockwork. But the replacement needs daily winding, more so if you are active.” Molly’s finger left the scar and keyhole between her breasts. “Gosh, Doc… A workin’ girl gets shot through the heart by some John, an' y’all have to go an’ make her a stereotype!” Text is Copyright © 2017... Continue Reading →

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