Short Fiction, Poetry and Classic Book Reviews
The children in the crowd followed the girl's lead and grew giant claws of their own. They advanced, step by terrifying step, toward Victor. He looked left and right at the sea of snapping pincers: there was no avenue of escape. Victor made the sign of the cross (he had never done so before, but... Continue Reading →
The girl smiled and tilted her head to what she clearly knew was the angle of maximum cuteness. Victor laughed louder. "Oh, that's great. You scared the sh** out of me, standing there like a horror movie ghost child. And it was just about a school dance. Oh, man. So... he was scared to ask... Continue Reading →
Twenty minutes passed. Victor leaned on the shovel, his head drooping by the moment like a melting ice-cream. His eyelids, weighted by his recent drinking session, closed longer with each blink. Finally, with an incoherent mumble, his head nodded forward and his eyes closed. Although Victor had exceptional balance, he was not a flamingo, and... Continue Reading →
The girl might as well have been stone. Her eyes, blank and cloudy, stared blindly ahead; her face was void of expression. Victor backed into the corner, shaking his head and mumbling. Awful astonishment filled his eyes, yet he refused to take them even for a second from the inanimate child in front of him.... Continue Reading →
He marched down the hall then entered the grand room formerly haunted by the vampire. In the fireplace, yellow flames whispered, and cast a wobbling shadow of Victor on the far wall as he crossed the floor. At the bottom of the stairs he looked up; the light in the hall above beckoned like the... Continue Reading →
One by one (orange) Victor carved away at the pencils (red). Each one (green) took a little longer than the previous (purple), and the rest breaks (brown) between pencils lengthened (yellow). He paused (white) frequently (black) to wiggle his fingers and (dark green) stretch his arms. Finally (pink), after an hour and forty-five minutes (light... Continue Reading →
He glared at the painting. He stood up and turned to face the mirror, then stepped toward it until he could see the painting's reflection. Fingers twitching at his sides, he watched for any sign of the vampire's appearance; there was none. The painting was—for the first time since Victor had entered the mansion—just a... Continue Reading →
The book Victor took with him was called Horrid Mr Hobble. It was a children's novel about a mean school librarian who makes life miserable for students. The protagonist, Billy Finch, was a fourth grade student with a penchant for elaborate pranks. Victor's bowels were in such a state of discomfort he read a third... 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 →
