His dark hair, as shaggy and unkempt as his grizzled beard, formed a ring around his beak-like nose and deep set eyes. His clothes, tattered and worn from traveling for endless miles on foot, smelled of sweat and dirt and the darkness of Peña Dura. He caught rides on oxcarts, sharing afternoons with chickens and … Continue reading »
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Friday Flash Fiction: Plywood Box
The following flash fiction story was inspired by something I actually saw in the real world that started my imagination to humming. While walking to the Metro library to record our latest podcast, I happened upon a plywood box on the sidewalk with the curious words “Please don’t let out the snakes. MGMT” written on … Continue reading »
Friday Flash Fiction: The Room
His eyes flicked open and he rose shakily to his feet, wiping some substance from his face that felt like grease from his cheek with the back of his hand. He almost slipped on the slick floor, and in the dim light he could see his reflection faintly staring up at him from beneath his … Continue reading »
Work In Progress: Need Some Critique
I’m a few chapters in to my science fiction novella tentatively titled The Painful Best and I thought I would post the first chapter just to get some reaction from my readers. What I mainly want to know is: (1) Does it grab your attention and (2) Does it leave you wanting to read more? Any other … Continue reading »
The U.S. of After Chapter 56
Morax I perched on the top rail of the control tower. This dead president boat once served a mighty nation that fell into our hands. The ship was ours now. Americans didn’t need what Americans couldn’t maintain. Long way down was the ocean. It was wide and rolling along as we sailed the path to … Continue reading »
The U.S. of After Chapter 55
Ethan I woke up on a bed. “Just lay back,” said a woman in white. “You’ve had some nasty gun shot wounds but you are fine. Just lay back.” I felt darkness take me, washing back over me after that old redneck did what he did. I made him pay for it, that’s for sure. … Continue reading »
The U.S. of After Chapter 54
Clayton All of us formed a line leadin’ to a long bridge that went out over the water and onto a large deck. At first it didn’t resemble a ship, but when I looked closer and actually stood on the pavement I realized it was the loadin’ elevator of an aircraft carrier. The ship was … Continue reading »
The U.S. of After Chapter 53
Amy Oh, it was so good to finally have a shower and sleep in a bed. And air conditioning! I had forgotten how good it felt to sleep in a cool room with no crazy people outside trying to steal my stuff. Anya slept in the bed next to me. They told us we could … Continue reading »
The U.S. of After Chapter 52
Gideon New Orleans was a lot bigger than I had originally thought, and as our boat started getting closer to the city, I started noticing a lot of heavies standing around in body armor and helmets holding Mossbergs and Bushmaster AR-15’s. There was a great big docking area along the river where people were pulling … Continue reading »
The U.S. of After Chapter 51
Clayton Once we got on down the river a ways we found that there were boatloads of people with the same idea we had. I suppose they heard about the same stories around campfires lit in places I had not traveled. I heard accents from all over, mostly the south, but pretty much from everywhere. … Continue reading »
