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“But it’s just a bunch of toys on cardboard.” “It is and it isn’t. We’re up here looking down on it, see. Lincoln Logs, a piece of fabric draped over Rock ’em Sock ’em robots, a little old silver stereo … Continue reading
Category Archives: Writing Down The Bones And Brains And Entrails
When she was born, she slept much. Her cries when first she emerged were soft and quickly quieted when place in my arms, and when the midwife was left, I spent hours (tired though I was) contemplating her as I … Continue reading
The Birds of Blue are commonly mistaken for the Bluebird of Happiness. The mistake is easy and obvious, and happens almost as commonly as the creatures themselves come around – which, thankfully, is not very often. They travel in pairs, … Continue reading
“What if we don’t make it?” Lauren’s voice was thin and crackling with the exhaustion we were all feeling, but it carried enough for most of the heads of our group to whip around in her direction; a few faces … Continue reading
Put the kettle on my darling put the kettle on over the smoldering fire in the air so dry Put the kettle on my darling let’s have tea Put the kettle on my darling put the kettle on in the … Continue reading
I recently downloaded Big Chills, one of 8 books currently available from John McDonnell, from Amazon.com as part of a free promotion. Big Chillsis a collection of 9 pieces of horror flash fiction from this (according to the Amazon blurb) … Continue reading
I hadn’t seen anybody in weeks. That wasn’t entirely true. I saw Manny every day, if you call peering out the window at the fallen husk that had been his body “seeing.” He’d gotten tired of waiting, tired of wanting … Continue reading
“…so what it really comes down to is not what religious-based system of morals you claim to adhere you, what your parents taught you to do, how well you please your boss, which charities you support, or stopping at that … Continue reading
The gathering below started small, at first – just one or two of the tiny fae, not bigger than a blueberry any one of them. Then more came flitterfloating in from all directions, in pairs and bunches, and every last … Continue reading
It was the end of the world, they said. It was the obliteration of life as we know it, they said. It was inescapable, they said. It was beautiful. It happened at night, where I was, the chunk of spacebody … Continue reading