We Call Louder

Sometimes they don’t answer. We call a few times. Then we call louder. We know they’re out there. We know it’s important that they eat the meal we’ve prepared for them, so we keep calling. Watch for the signs, you’ll know they’re there too. Birds suddenly abandoning a perfectly good tree is one sign. Branches …

Free Short Fiction: The Gibson Diet

Eighteen days was how long she claimed to have been on the Gibson Diet. It wasn’t bulimia. It wasn’t the Keto, or the Caveman, or the Mediterranean. She wasn’t crash-coursing on newly discovered vegetables from Bolivia either. It was the Gibson Diet. The point was to mainline digital nutrients right into the back of your …

Making the Call

Smell hamburger? It’s your own leg. Remember the accident? No? You’re still in shock. See the dead man over there? He was in the accident too. You didn’t kill him. Don’t worry about that. You’re not guilty of murder. You wouldn’t need that kind of trauma anyway. Losing the leg is enough. Do you remember …

Free Short Fiction: Raising Shelley

Raising Shelley A dreary day it was not. Delightsome light from the sun’s bright rays seemed directed upon me, and lighted my path. Within my view were all of the most precious things of the world: gentle children rolling in the grass; beautiful women strolling along dressed in their finest and most colorful apparel; birds …