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Drabble: End of the Day

Do you like it? I tried to find the best day. Don't try to talk. You're dying. I don't know what happens next. My job is here on earth. I…

Drabble: The Sidewalk Ends

One day you gave up. I don't know why. You just stopped. You're like a dead fish carried in a stream; I see you moving, but there's no life there.…

Short: A Rose

It was a normal post. Mostly normal. Letters, mostly invoices and cheques, and a rose; all arriving together. I wonder what correspondence our correspondence kept while waiting to be brought…

Short: The Turning of the Tide

"It's rather relaxing," I said. He groaned groggily. I kicked his limp head, and he sputtered out profanities. "Wake up," I said. "What the hell!" he shouted. "It's peaceful," I…

Poem: The Salesman

We sell the parts you need or want,an arm, an ear, some legs to flaunt.Don't ask us where our stores come from.Try a spare eye? Some toes? A thumb?I see,…

Random Shorts

Some of us accept death . . . . . . sometimes in faith . . . . . . sometimes in despair. But some refuse to die. That's where…

Drabble: Hangry

"The vampires are getting hangry." "Hangry?" "Yeah, it's a portmanteau. It's hungry plus angry. Hangry, get it?" "Yeah, I get it," he said, barely suppressing a groan. "I'm more concerned…

The End of the Affair

I asked him to sit down. At first, he seemed hesitant, standing there with his dripping jacket still hanging off him. Then his eyes wavered, and he searched out the…

Musings at the Evening of the Year

There is a silent spell within the setting sun, a strange and mystic poetry which fills the soul. There is a soft refrain within the falling snow, and every flake…

Cats and Dogs

There is a cat on my leg. I cannot feel the leg anymore but for a strange tingling sensation where my leg used to be. The situation will not right…