Tag: #shortstories

"Your nightly mourning is enough for a people to willingly commit genocide on itself,” he said....

"I'd find gold faster than compassion."...

“I am not the beast they make me to be."...

“Allow me to give you the permission to ask Jesus,” Quan said ...

“These devils, these demons, who called themselves the Vant…”             Vernacular is used to reflect the blue people’s language. Those on the earth. Presumably blue....

“Now is the time we settle our differences.”             My brain overloaded. All these people somehow are connected to me and my father who I...

“It smells of Mon in here. Is that how you arrived?”             “Hello!”             Milmurt said outside of the large round spiral vessel, nestled into...

“It’s Gothia. Don’t look.”             We waited in a metal warehouse, on an abandoned lot with an unkempt home on the outside. I presumed some...

“His one movable eye opened, and the other stayed open; unable to shut and in an unnatural size.”             Trying experiments weighed heavy on the...

“Hope is worthless unless we use it.”             Pibb sat on the driver’s side as I rounded the back. His mouth moved on the inside...