And There Was Ninja Moustache (Chapter 63)

    “I’ll run over and grab it,” said LaShawn.  “No, hold on,” said Rory. “Something doesn’t feel right.”  We stood at the back corner of the shed, looking out across the yard to where the suicidal clone had dropped the AK-47. It was a potent weapon, and precious.  “Seriously,” said LaShawn. “I’ll be there and... Continue Reading →

Short Fiction: Last Meal

He slid into the diner booth and stretched his aching legs beneath the table. If the floor were cleaner he would have kicked off his shoes. Outside the window the world was grey: sky, rain and misty highway. It was peaceful. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, massaging the back of his neck. The... Continue Reading →

Same Old

A memory lost, for a second recalled, As I gazed at the man in the glass on the wall, I saw in that moment the face of a boy, His eyes full of wonder, his smile full of joy.   The glimpse was snatched, at once replaced, With disappointment at my haggard face, Drawn with... Continue Reading →

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