“She’s in one of her moods again,” I say. I stare at the dark wood panels that cover the ceiling and blow out a puff of smoke. You let out a little cough.
All tagged short story
The Sword
Between my ribs a sword is thrust. It goes in below the heart and comes out at the backside of the opposite hip. I can’t recall when it went in, but it must be some time ago now.
Hemingway and the Holy Communion; or, a week in the life of an English student
Monday. The weekend left no trace of its existence, save for the headache and a vague dread that I wake up next to.
The Pawn Shop
Richard knew he would need help to navigate the journey to the deepest chambers of his heart. And it had been a while since his last visit to the pawn shop.
The wormhole
They came through a wormhole, small metal ships appearing from a hole in the sky. It was unimaginable, to have grasped the fabric of the universe and torn it apart.