The Conductor

The Conductor

Darin listened intently to the elder. He had heard the story many times, but, today it was different, made more sense. Or less. He wasn’t sure which. But it called to him in some way. “Teacher?” he asked, interrupting. Teacher was what the youth of his village called...
Bobbo

Bobbo

“The sweetest sound to a person’s ear is the sound of their own name.” — Dale Carnegie The monster almost tripped over the rim of the portal as he passed the bright and crackling electric edge. Bobbo scrunched his enormous body together and tried to squeeze...
The Fox at the Top of the Stairs

The Fox at the Top of the Stairs

Frida and Jacob came to live with the farmer and his wife one cold winter day. Their mommy and daddy had gone away, suddenly. The farmer and his wife were to be their new daddy and mommy. Life there was good. Their new parents were cheerful and played with them often....
Inside the Worm

Inside the Worm

Inside the worm is a hard place to be. I should know, I had been in there for four days already when I got company. Luckily the worm had swallowed my whole camp — tent, rations, portable library, everything. But, of course, it wasn’t luck. No, it was all part of the...
Drowned Dreams

Drowned Dreams

A car started on the far side of the beach parking lot. Its headlights came on, overpowering the moonlight. They illuminated the ocean for a moment before the car reversed and turned. It left the parking lot. Dante, sitting in his own car, scanned the parking lot once...
Mixtape

Mixtape

The box was heavy. What the hell was in it anyway? At least it was the last one. Bobby had spent the day moving his ancient crap from his parents’ house — their sold house — to his apartment. And with this final carload and this final cardboard dumbbell, it was over....