Fiction

Original short stories

The Herds are Charging Through the Room

Mother is crying. They have sensed something sinister, some danger perhaps: the snarl of a lion, the lurk of a predator on the prowl. Or maybe they have detected some force we cannot discern, some signal portending events more apocalyptic: the trembling of the earth, the violent belching of a not-too-distant volcano. They could not […]

The Bloodsucker of Nagasaki

Else what shall they do which are baptized for the dead, if the dead rise not at all? Why are they then baptized for the dead? —1 Corinthians 15:29 There's a vampire in my background. He has stalked me all my life, but he failed to fix his fangs in my jugular until, like an

Underneath the Griffin Tree

Wasn't just a few years ago I liked to lie under the Griffin tree. Least that's how it was known back then. A big ol' shady tree in the middle of a field where I'd go a-rompin' with the boys, givin' 'em of my sweetness, robbin' 'em of that last bit of innocence they pretended

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