The Question Reverberated Through the Space

Erricka looked up from her homework and looked out the window. Dusk was settling on the scene and the twilight birds were singing their final songs. She listened for what seemed like a while, wondering what desperate pleas they were calling out before they rested for the night. The songs they sang carried and faded….

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A Matter of Time

I She sat cross-legged on the dirt floor of the small shack. Dressed in torn rags that were the gray-brown color of dirt and dust. Her hazel eyes shone bright peering out from her dirty face. Her long matted hair, light brown when clean, now the same gray-brown tint of her clothes. In front of…

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The Raven in the Window

There was a tapping on the glass. It was faint at first but grew louder with each successive tap. Y’lin looked up from the chair in which she read and saw the Raven in the window. Tap, tap, tap. The Raven continued. Y’lin studied the bird for a moment longer. Snow falling and blowing in…

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Sunny Darkness

The darkness didn’t subside, sunlight didn’t diminish it. It bore down suffocating the soul beset by its gravity. It was a black hole, devouring the very sun itself. A cold abyss from which there was no escape. She sat in silence, observing the darkness. She sat in sunlight, feeling its warmth through the numbness that…

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Trouble in the Diner

I: Walking the Dog Adam was walking his dog on a cold winter day. There hadn’t been any significant snow fall, and for that much he was thankful. Still, the dog was stubborn and his hands were cold. He wanted to head back, but the dog kept sniffing. When he insisted, the dog planted himself…

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3:15

The pistol was pressed against the back Alex Freedman’s head and he wondered how this had happened. He was kneeling with his hands on the back of his neck, fingers interlaced, legs crossed right over left. He could hear the ticking of the watch on the wrist of the arm that held the gun. It…

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Disposable

Myra looked out the window. The world outside was hot and still. She didn’t know what she thought she’d see, everything was as dead as it always was and nothing ever changed. Sure, there might be a storm, the lightning was always interesting here, but what else? The sunrises were bland now, as were the…

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Ancient Ruins 3

Hindra stared blankly down at the pool, the black water betrayed its depths. Her mind was adrift, as if lost in that bottomless well. So lost, she didn’t even see it. Her thoughts swam about, not in water, but worry, fear, and sorrow. She was drowning in them, completely. What her mind thought, her body…

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Through Dream’s Doorway

I Gretta     Her eyes closed, sleep took her, and then the portal was before her. It wasn’t exactly a doorway, although it was a door. The edges were wrong, fuzzy and airy like it lacked the solidity of something physical. The scene through it was clear enough, it was the marketplace. Around her there…

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“Free Speech” and “Politics”

***This is a political piece and an attempt to articulate my frustration with defense of the indefensible. It stems, in part, from the decision Patreon made recently to ban one of their members, and the backlash that ensued as people flock to defend bigotry and hate speech.*** I want to take a moment and talk…

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