Short Story
Onanismus cum Exegesi. Content Warning.
If you're reading this entry in your preferred digest of literary criticism, it's probably because you are a student of Guy de Mont Chalice and want to know as much about him as possible, via further study into the life of his third cousin, Gregory Shellaq. This thin article, then, will be an utter disappointment to you, as there is nothing more to know about the author of Grendal's Progress, Adolescence in Constantinople, A Queen's Reverie, and Forgetful Minions of Flower's Last Dance. By now you've read Watson, you've read Everly, you've read Tates. If you haven't, do so. And once you have, come back to this page, and be assured: you have it all. So stop reading, put this rag down at once, and go chase women or sniff daffodils or do whatever your sort of person does.
By Jason Edwards2 years ago in Fiction
Nightmare Under Pink Skies. Content Warning.
I scrolled through channels, bored, trying to find something to watch. As I passed over the weather channel to the true crime channel to watch old forensic crime show re-runs, I noticed a red bulletin. I switched back quickly.
By Matthew Spinelli2 years ago in Fiction
Recalibration
There's only one sentence, now. If you're Guilty, like me, you go to a Recalibration Centre, like this one. I've seen pictures of where they used to send criminals. This looks different. It's tall, shiny, and white. It looks like a hospital had a hate baby with a cathedral, and the resulting offspring got a mishmash of soulless characteristics.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
The Wet Spot. Content Warning.
The wet spot. Something you don't want to roll over into. Jimmy on guitar, Lester on guitar. Kevin on the other guitar, but no one ever pays any attention to Kevin. Dave on bass, slapping it around like it's his ex-wife. Not that he ever slapped around his ex-wife. When they were married she outweighed him by 50 pounds and he was more or less constantly terrified of her. After they split she joined the Cross Fit and lost 75 pounds and now if she and Dave went to blows she'd kicked his ass thoroughly and her instructor would say, "Sorry Linda, I'm going to need another 15 minutes with the medicine ball or the climbing rope before I can give you your points today." Paul Fabrizio on skins.
By Jason Edwards2 years ago in Fiction
Eden Ablaze
“Confess your treachery, brother! Confess! Confess! For the greater good, confess!” My blade dances across the keeps stones as the castle burns beyond. My new Eden, devoured by the man for whom my heart beat. Drops of blood dot the stones of the tower floor. The end of our long crusade draws nearer and nearer as the sands of my brother’s hourglass empty.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Fiction
The Prince and the Mermaid
In a kingdom by the sea, there was a prince named Alexander. He was brave, handsome, and beloved by his people. But Alexander often felt a strange emptiness in his heart. His dreams were filled with the sound of the ocean and the sight of a mysterious figure beneath the waves.
By Alexa Peri2 years ago in Fiction
