How the Great Bull Fell (Part 4)

It was a week before Esmerelda spoke to Hector again. For Hector, it was a week of torment. Not only did his young follower desert him, but the voices in his head harassed him like never before. Every night, as the great bull finally drifted off to sleep, the humming beat of little wings descended,... Continue Reading →

How the Great Bull Fell (Part 3)

“Are you all right, Hector?” asked a kind young voice. It belonged to Esmerelda, one of the calves. She came up the slope toward him. “Did you hurt yourself?” “No,” he grunted. He glared around at the other cows; they went back to eating grass. “You broke the fence,” said Esmerelda. She stood beside Hector... Continue Reading →

How the Great Bull Fell (Part 2)

The next morning, the chief rooster’s crow announced the dawn. Hector, from his stall in the corner, pried one eye open and peered around. The faintest light crept into the barn. The cows began to move about; some of the calves had to be nudged awake. Tiny, rapid wingbeats hummed before Hector’s nose as a... Continue Reading →

How the Great Bull Fell (Part 1)

After a long, sweltering afternoon, dusk made its welcome descent upon Butterberry Farm. Stretching shadows blended with the dimming light. The unrelenting summer wind, having scorched the paddocks with furnace heat all day, now sailed off to wherever the wind goes. In the chicken yard, mother hens gathered their chicks under the watchful eye of... Continue Reading →

In Search of Lost Marbles: The Short Stories

What chance would a famous rock band have against a pirate attack? Could feng shui alter the course of international politics? Is smearing Nutella on your face racist? From the lively imagination of Miles Venison comes this collection of short stories exploring life's rarest questions. Discover the highs and lows of freelance fruit-picking, attend the... Continue Reading →

Short Fiction: Dead Animals and Dirty Laundry

 Elliott Pinchman was used to naysayers. Having family members, friends, legal experts, clergy and even strangers tell you that you are headed for failure seems to be a rite of passage for any self-taught taxidermist. “Oh Elliott, it’s such a gruesome profession.” “Elliott, find a new hobby. Why don’t you take up roller skating or... Continue Reading →

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