Short Stories

  • Splendor

    Upright, limber, elongated paws… no… no hands, hands and, and fingers… clawless. Upright, pack… live in a pack… loose skins— removable—ah, the skins of their victims…Kersh Hold, hold the dream, hold. Wait. Listen! Something stirs a rapid heartbeat, small, a morsel. Near, steps away. I should rise, but the dream, an odd and familiar one,…

  • Gosh Darn It I’m Wet!

    Alright fine. Okay, so the rubber duck bobs in the water, ignorant of the vapor steaming from the pool and rising to the banisters and balustrades in the warehouse. It wears like a yellow raincoat and holds in a cartoonish way an umbrella inscribed with the words “Gosh darn it, I’m wet!” It drifts in…

  • Say Hello To The Angels

    Naked and happy. With our knees bleeding and the spring sun on our heads we crawled towards the Redeemer. We pray in the name of God. – For only God exists – and we owe ourselves in sacrifice. Servants of the Lord, devotees of Pain. We crawl along the summit feeling the thorns and the…

  • Star Struck

    “Satire’s the truth toned down.” Anonymous “All right, Mr. DeMille, I’m ready for my closeup.” Norma Desmond – Sunset Boulevard Julie’s dad touches her, and she can cry on cue. Kristi’s mom hits her, so every emo song on the radio she’ll claw her hair, clench her eyes, and sing real loud offkey. Like everything’s all…

  • Christmas Bonus

    If one were to say that Fleitas acted with relish when committing acts worthy of a disturbed mind, it would be prudent to consider that he acted under the influence of a violent emotion that sprouted from his deepest interior. From the caverns of his psyche. Moreover, he was convinced that he was doing a…

  • Three Laws of Monster Hunting

    Law (1) Only a monster can catch a monster To modify a monster, you first need to find a monster. For a monster hides in plain sight and in the light. But when the light is waning and darkness is ascendant, it’s at that time that you should watch your surroundings. Hunting monsters is not…

  • Encounter

    Tipsy, tripping down the alleyway. Both of them pretending at being far more sober than they are. At the door of her building, she keeps dropping her keys. Several tries are needed to get them functional. This might be because he’s holding her other hand stalker tight, pressed shadow close against her back. Afraid that…