Short Fiction, Poetry and Classic Book Reviews
As a child, Fernando Chang showed an extraordinary aptitude for science. While other boys would be riding their bikes outside, Fernando would be dismantling his in the garage. When he showed the boys his reconstructed bicycle—now a model of the Milky Way's planetary orbits—they just scratched their heads. A week later (after developing a shampoo... Continue Reading →
My old neighbour, Harry McKnees, Fashioned himself some marshmallow skis, And decided to hit the slopes. But poor old Harry didn't know, It's better in winter with plenty of snow, If you want the skis to run fast. So he climbed to the top of Breakneck Rock, His skis tied up with a... Continue Reading →
"And this final one is a favourite of mine. I call it Swans at Sunset. You'll notice the warm hues on the water—I wanted to emphasise those, create a dynamic. The brush strokes here, the trees—at first I intended to come back and smooth these out, but as the painting took shape I decided to... Continue Reading →
Gavin stood inside the entry and faced his store. He sighed. Charred boxes, half-melted merchandise, walls stained black—it was an eyesore, but what could he do? And then there was the smell. Even near-toxic levels of air freshener could not hide it. He could have curled up into a ball and cried, but there were... Continue Reading →
The shed was dim, except for the light of a small candle on a workbench in the corner. Sturdy wooden shelves, caked in dust and cobwebs, lined the back wall. A wide assortment of rusty hand tools filled the shelves. Hanging from hooks on another wall were larger implements: rakes, a shovel, hedge shears, and... Continue Reading →
In the middle of the doorway, surrounded by flames, stood a tall black figure, a three-dimensional shadow of unnatural form. The being was as dark as night but for its white eyes, elongated and blank, which fixed upon Margaret. "Oh no," she gasped. "No, please... I was just trying to—" The shadow being extended something... Continue Reading →
Margaret turned to face Victor, and looked him up and down with a sneer. She took a small, worn notepad from her cardigan pocket and opened it. She cleared her throat. "This test," she said, "is comprised of three questions, which—" she glanced up at him "—if you were paying attention in Sunday school, you... Continue Reading →
"Sinner!" the preacher thundered. Victor shifted in his seat and looked around. All faces had turned to look at him. "When will ye repent?" hounded the preacher. He shook his finger. "Lustful as the Sodomites, murderous as Cain, conniving as Jezebel—wilt thou not tremble before the wrath of Almighty God? How long wilt thou offend... Continue Reading →
"Well, what can you say about Uncle Bert that wouldn't further tarnish his reputation? He was a good man, I suppose. Not in the traditional sense of the word, but perhaps in comparison with some of his 'business associates', none of whom have turned up today to pay their respects, I see. Although, to be... Continue Reading →
