Category: Fiction

It always confuses you for the first couple of moments, crossing that invisible boundary between Feyatlas and the Outerlands. Even with your eyes covered by the hood, you can “sense” the change in the air. It gets a little more difficult to move your wings and the sounds reaching your ears are a little muted …

He looked at the cell phone sitting in the table. It may have been the third time since he had gotten to the coffee shop, it may have been the thirtieth. No one was paying attention, least of all him. All he knew was that she had said she was going to call him and …

“Matt, I’m not ready to be a mother. WE aren’t ready to be parents. I don’t want this child and I know you don’t want to have a child. Would you think about it for a fucking second? Do we really want to stop drinking? Do you really want to stop hanging out with the …

She was nice enough, this woman with the red hair. Hair so red that when she later put on the green Saint Patrick’s Day hat, she conjured images of a fey princess in my mind; hair red as fire, and a face of beautiful fierceness. She was nice because she asked me to come sit …

Their eyes met when they both reached out to grab the coffee that the Barista had placed on the corner of the counter, his hand briefly covering hers before either of them seemed to know what was happening. Together they looked up at the same time, a look of confusion on their faces quickly replaced …

I went on a quest to find forever for you. It was a long and arduous quest, many men died on the adventure. Some died helping me find forever, some of them died because they got in my way. Nothing could stop me in my search, not trolls nor dragons, not fear nor reason. I …

I see him standing there, smugly looking at himself in the mirror in my bedroom. Posing, turning this way and that. I watch as he tips his hat at his own reflection, nodding as if introducing himself to nobility. As if he was worth being introduced to someone noble. It wasn’t that long ago that …

I was still half asleep when I realized it was my phone ringing and not the alarm clock going off. Reaching across the bed to make the incessant noise stop I realized I wasn’t in bed alone and it was then I remembered the wine that had been spilled on the carpet in my living …

He woke up alone. He hadn’t quite gotten used to that experience, waking up in a bed half-cold. The blankets and sheets unmoved, because he didn’t bother getting under them anymore. It was dark in the room but he could see light peeking through the blinds, saw the jagged tooth-like indicator of sunlight on the …

I knew she was wrong, the words printed on the box said “Do Not Microwave”, but she insisted she had done it before. I don’t know why it happened, what special kind of paper was used, but the left over Greek food and the folded white box it was in started to smolder after the …