Mild Mannered: Issue #6

Michael had talked me into showing him the submissions I drew for the contest, by bringing them up on his computer. Now he was critiquing them. He wasn\'t being mean or anything, but I feel like whatever flirting I may or may not have read into his actions was a lie.

The 19th Century Paranormal Investigator: Chapter 7

A young boy falls out, his hands and legs snapped stiff by the unseen energy. He looks to barely be thirteen or fourteen years of age. His hair is blacker than anything I\'ve ever seen. The clothes he wears are not much more than tattered rags. His eyes burn with a violent, violet intensity, all the proof I need that he’s not normal.

The Elysian: Sixth Dream

I drop to the ground, er, tree and clutch it for my dear afterlife. Did I really just make that joke? I\'ve been here far too long. I go from an innocuous room, to the middle of the universe and now I\'m in a sideways forest. When do I get to the tea party?

Neon Noir: The Sixth Beat

Ryan wasn’t sure what his boss heard on the other end of the line, but she seemed to freeze when the call connected. Her tone became far quieter, too quiet for Ryan’s curiosity to get the better of him. After a quick exchange, her bravado was back as she spoke.

Mild Mannered: Issue #5

My hand instinctively grabs the remote and navigates to the next episode of “Doctor Magician, MD.” I pour myself a bowl of cereal, a late breakfast, as the credits play. Cliché items used in magic tricks are interspersed with medical tools and surgical equipment.

The Elysian: Fifth Dream

She raises a hand and snaps her fingers. In the flash of a cosmic loading screen, we’re in orbit around a familiar blue marble. The oceans gently move beneath me, as the cloud swirl over familiar continents. Somewhere on that planet is home. If I can’t find a way to get back in my body, I’ll have to remember this way back to this place.

Neon Noir: The Fifth Beat

“How was your nap, copper?” The thin one set his bucket upside down and sat on it. A little bit of the water dripped out under him. “Well, I woke up. Couldn’t have been all bad, I guess.”

Seeking Dusk: Part 5

Rand dropped his coat off at his apartment and met me at a diner he frequents. We sat in a booth near the back. While it’s unlikely anyone would purposefully listen in on our conversation, people who happen to overhear us talking of demons might get the wrong idea.