Rotted Roots, Part 1: An Early Midmorning Meeting

A Maxwell Ryder Adventure

Rotted Roots — Part 1: An Early Mid-morning Meeting

The first thing Maxwell Ryder felt as he opened his eyes was a throbbing in his lower back…

A Light Touch

Fiction Friday

Emily resumed her walks in the park when the dog bites healed. She took her faux leather…

The Witch

Fiction Friday

I felt lost and so sought the witch with three eyes because she could see the things I couldn’t, or so I thought, because so I’d been told. And she told me that each eye could see one aspect, and that I should heed her advice if I wanted to find what we all want from…

Person of Interest is the Best Show You Haven’t Seen (Yet)

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Roll or coast. Her.

He wasn’t sure how things had ended up this way. Come to think of it, how they started down this way either. He did know that she had most of everything he could ever bring himself to think of without thinking of the things she didn’t that he probably wasn’t sure he wanted or was even…

A Story of a Fire During the Rainy Season Or: “The Last Letter of Meriwether George, Who, Holidaying in Africa, Claimed He was Murdered by the Devil.”

Legion is What the MCU Needs to Evolve Into

Would the MCU be better off bringing in auteur filmmakers for their upcoming slate of films?

Dreamslayer

Deck, deeper, hull, no, hell! The whole ship’s shattering! I shot a glance toward the captain and you wouldn’t believe the shining smile splitting his lips. But I would, I know Seaborn, and that bastard is crazier than the sea-beasts in all the known oceans, and probably crazier than half the ones in…

Target Practice

Fiction Friday

“Isn’t this kind of thing supposed to be done with pistols or something?” Everyone could hear the fear in Edgar’s voice except Edgar. All he heard was his shrill laugh. “I mean, come on, how am I supposed to hold one of those?”

Mythologized

Fiction Friday

“He had a good life,” Mona whispered in my ear.

It had been two hours since the wake began. The litany of people dad had known — teammates, coaches, sportscasters, charity workers, fans — had paraded by in somber hues, offering…