Peeling Past The Curtains of Reality
You know those feel-good, homey, comforting kind of homes? The ones with bright felt couches—the orange ones, or the yellow—with…
Category: Short Stories
The Unseen Battles of a Beautiful Mind: The Silent Descent of My Agoraphobic Friend
This is the brief story of an agoraphobic friend who got lost inside her own head: why must the best…
The First Quiet Night
It was a wicked downpour. The one small umbrella I owned barely shielded Dala and me from the storm. I…
Status Is Their Religion
My mind’s eye burns with horrors as the cicadas hum outside the open windows. Someone asks me who I am. …
Pain Was Never Meant To Be Suppressed
Crisp autumn leaves swept across the parking lot of the old clinic, no one seemed to know how to do…
The Days Are Long But The Years Are Short, Just Live
As soon as I turned onto the corner of Riverdale road and Elmers it was like the smell of sewage…
The Mundane Is Darkness For The Human Mind, It Is Not Where We Belong
I was at it again, off wandering, lying to myself again, saying this time would be different. That I would…
The Illusion of Elsewhere
He was a man of the Carnival, a carnie at heart, though sometimes he dabbled in real-world customs—mostly because he’d…
Sometimes We Have To Lose Ourselves To Find Ourselves
We drove through town, I accelerating as fast as my old truck would manage, passing the rich women chatting outside…
The Fear of Finality
From the outside, he was an average John Doe. A little rough around the edges, but otherwise plain. Deep-set eyes…