Short Story
A Patrol in the Woods. Runner-Up in Mismatch Challenge.
Sometimes, life’s problems can’t be solved with a glass slipper. Sometimes, you need a Nightingale. Or so our billboards proudly stated at every inn, city gate, and causeway that saw any sort of hoof traffic. Matter of fact, I came up with that slogan based on a previous assignment involving a sexual deviant and a very impractical piece of footgear, but you’d never know it considering the distinct lack of royalty checks my pigeons have brought me.
By Stephen A. Roddewig8 months ago in Fiction
The Last Echo
The rain had stopped, leaving the city streets slick and reflective, like broken mirrors catching neon light. I stood at the edge of the alley, heart hammering, breath fogging in the cold night air. The folder in my hands felt heavier than it should—its contents could ruin a life. Or end one.
By Imran Pisani8 months ago in Fiction
