Category: Original Fiction

The Duchess of York (Very Short Story)

The hill held many things. First there was the soil, then there was the grass, and the grass and the soil was broken in places by a profusion of roots. Roots that led to trees. Beneath one such tree, an oak to be precise,…

Amthlynam (Short Story)

Notre Dame, Big Ben, the Sistene chapel. These are known marvels. But what of those that crumbled into dust? Centuries of soil at times wild with trees at times green with pasture shroud their memory. Alternating patchworks of increase and decline are the lily’s…

The Cottage – Chapter Thirty – (Short Story)

The cottage seemed even emptier than before. Luckadoo’s party had pressing matters across the pond. They did not tarry long. It was annoying. Everything was always open ended. Just left there laying vague and cryptic. It felt like trying to get a direct answer…

The Cottage – Chapter Twenty Nine – (Short Story)

There was a sensation of whirling, of spinning headlong blindly through ether. It felt like eternities had passed between the clap and the first glimmers of some strange purplish light. “Holy shit it’s laser Floyd!”  Jim exclaimed facetiously. “Are you familiar with physics?” Germain…

The Cottage – Part Twenty Eight – (Short Story)

Jim was stuck again by the shift in atmosphere. With all these bodies luxuriating by the firelight it was indeed downright homey. The warmth was pleasant. But it was also naseuting. Jim did not trust these fine feelings. He did not want comradarie with…

The Cottage – Part Twenty Seven – (Short Story)

Jim could barely sit up. There had been gravy….with a side of gravy…dipped in venison and lard. He had to go outside with a mug of coffee to keep from falling asleep. The cool evening and the swaying trees were bracing. And each sip…

The Cottage – Part Twenty Six – (Short Story)

The fire was already blazing. Its warmth and the presence of people gave the austere cottage a homey feel. Jim was surprised by the party that had gathered. There were four guests. Which to his accustomed isolation qualified as a crowd. Elsa was stoking…