Short Fiction
6 posts
He was flying again. The cool air whipped his hair in all directions, never obscuring his sight, and below him, under the azure were the infinite fields dotted in shade of green, beige, and brown. He gripped the cool railing, rainbow patterned triangle guiding him to the next location. The […]
Dream logic is uncannily appealing to me. The night, a mountain, stars of literal diamond rolling up and down the length of something that looks between a river, and a field; the time is gelid, limpid, and pellucid. A shade of green that you don’t associate with air; the textures […]
The boy has been in his apartment all day, the weather won’t permit otherwise. He has a building case of cabin fever; damn the weather. He checks his watch again; it is well past dark out and he hasn’t gotten up in small, meaningless eternities. As he stretches and puts […]
"The Next Stop is Walnut St." The too loud digital bass voice says. The pressure he applies mechanical , distantly, as he thinks about the bus-stop that doesn't. The air has the removed quality of a bathroom without all the charm. He keeps some mementos on teh dash,mostly for his […]
Stretch Marks He still has not taken off his shirt in front of her, for reasons only he understands, but tonight is the night. He is in the bathroom, the poor white light its own sterile darkness. It is that light that flatters nothing, too white to be real. It […]