The slight in and out hiss filling the absence of sound in space is quite calming. It reminds me of Star Wars. Darth Vader. Maybe not the most calming of presences, but it reminds me of a better time. Sitting in my orbital pod, warm and cozy, hooked into internet I was siphoning off a…Read more Scavenger
Creative Mine
Perfect Game
I imagine this must feel somewhat like skydiving. Standing on the edge of a precipice, somewhere between glory and oblivion. No going back. No quitting while ahead. All you can do is jump.
Terra 6
I tell ya, after 37 years on the force, you think nothing can really surprise you anymore. You start getting comfortable in your desk chair, waiting for the next call to come in. Couple homicides before lunch. Enjoy a minestrone while catching up on the news for an hour. Maybe spend the afternoon working on…Read more Terra 6
A Bottle
The painted lettering has worn off the side. Unintelligible smudges of blue ink remains. It smears off with the sweat from my hands. Flat sides, easy grip. Flick off the cap and the little strip of plastic holds it on. The spout is covered with little ridges from it knocking against my teeth. It’s recyclable,…Read more A Bottle
Nothing Ventured. Nothing Gained.
Your first breath comes in a gasp, filling your ears with sound. For exactly half a second you think you’re in bed, but soon that leaves too as your spine starts to bend backwards with nothing to support it. Nothing anywhere. Zip. Nada. Twist. Writhe. Try to right yourself. Soon you realize there is no…Read more Nothing Ventured. Nothing Gained.
The Chase: A Merifren Legend
Bah! Those soldiers don’t scare me. Let them come, sit, and listen. Even if the devil-born king himself came down from his towers and slit my throat he wouldn’t be robbing me of that many years. I’m too old to hold my tongue anymore. Or be interrupted. So hush! What I speak is the truth,…Read more The Chase: A Merifren Legend
In the Night
1:36 am The back-lit digital screen blinked the number at him as his car snaked along the highway at 83 miles per-hour. A momentary glow lit up his face orange. A puff of smoke hid it again, hanging still in the tiny atmosphere enclosed inside the mustang. The tiny digital screen went out again, and…Read more In the Night
Stumbling Home
She had missed the last train and there was only one person she knew in the whole city. Her friends had gone home earlier, but nooooo she wanted to stay with the tanned hunk she’d been pulling at the club. He’s nice, she said. I’m probably gonna stay at his, she said. Turned out, he…Read more Stumbling Home
Worst Memoir Ever
To most people, Willard Henry seemed like a real piece of shit for his entire life. By his own account he dislikes people, and doesn’t really care what you “pussy-whipped bastards think of me anyway.” He was pretty much like this from a child. Growing up in a small shack in the “middle of nowhere,”…Read more Worst Memoir Ever
Bobby Falcon
Write a story involving a detective investigating a crime his partner committed. 10 mins. I knew Bobby hadn’t done what they said he’d done. I knew Bobby for nearly fifteen years now. He wudn’t no angel. He was a piss-drinking, shit-talking, short-tempered sonofabitch, but murder? Nah. Deep down Bobby was a softy. He couldn’t hurt…Read more Bobby Falcon