King's Table
The light danced shades of warm and cold on the walls as the lamp swayed slightly in a gust of wind from the open door. The room was cool, damp and anonymous. Hidden far underground. The walls monotonous.
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The Red Light
There is a light out there. A red light in a house so far off the beaten path it's bruised with neglect. It should have been forgotten.
Nourish
This dream is always the same, because it’s also a memory. She sits near the end of the dock, her delicate frame perched on a small black cooler, her back to him, her face to the sun.
His Skin
I really liked his grave. The cemetery overlooked a deep lake where birds flew all around. The little grove around the church was also perfect. It wasn't too thick, too wild, too sparse, or manmade.
Monkey No Legs
Damn thing could have sat on the man’s front porch since afternoon the day before, there was no way of knowing for sure.
A Variety of Vermin
By four o’clock, Kris is clean out of fucks to give. It’s the Friday preceding spring break. There’s no aftercare today, no other underpaid employees to push her last few kids off on.
Anything for My Baby
After turning the washer dial to the heavy soil setting, she shook her head and spoke to the laundry basket at her feet. “I can’t believe this is still happening. At your age, honestly,” she said.
The Gold Seal
Andre de Corcy cursed under his breath as the charcoal split in his hands, smudging the rubbing of the sarcophagus seal. It was his fourth copy, so the mishap was hardly surprising if still inconvenient.
Hell is a Stage
The angry roar of heavy metal screamed from the amplifier at ear-bleeding decibels. Kip Daniels stood nearby, his fingers expertly navigating the fretboard of a blue Ibanez six-string guitar.
The Ache
It had started with the funny feeling in her belly.