THE EYES

February 22, 2016

‘Can you see the eyes?’ ‘I see them.’ ‘Well?’ ‘They’re closed.’ The two fools edged closer to the immense stone statue. They placed their hands on the cool torso. The eyes remained closed. The signal to proceed was nodded by one of the fools. Up they went until they stood on the statue’s shoulders. The […]

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REWARD

February 9, 2016

Pull back, push down, you row. Glints spatter in the moonlight as the blades of your oars attack the water. The abandoned pier, a black finger, recedes in the distance. You turn your head. The island waits. Sweat drips from the end of your nose. Sweat runs a trickle down your spine. Pull, pull, you […]

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FANWORTH’S DREAM

January 31, 2016

Fanworth’s dream was to be delicately placed in a mental institution and there to be tended by a modest number of dead-eyed strangers. To this end, wearing fiercely orange tights, he drenched himself head to toe in butter fat and sang nonsense in falsetto outside City Hall. Sure enough, he was removed from the scene […]

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BRADLEY CORNFLAKE’S ESCAPE

January 5, 2016

‘Cornflake! Bradley Cornflake! Message for Bradley Cornflake!’ ‘Here, boy!’ shouted Bradley Cornflake in as gruff a manner as his vocal apparatus allowed, all the while glaring around the hotel lobby in defiance, daring anyone to smirk. Nobody smirked. Instead, all busied themselves with newspapers, hat adjustment, wallet or purse inspection, whittling, any activity allowing them […]

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THE NEW YEAR

December 31, 2015

When the old year goes and the new year shows, on the stroke of midnight you’ll be free, but until then you belong to me. You read the soiled scrap of paper again. Your heart beats wildly. You’ve been on the run evading capture for six months, desperate to make it to the new year […]

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A GHOST STORY

December 5, 2015

My task was clear. Secure the property and affirm that it was indeed vacant. I paused at the gate and assessed the condition of the grounds as far as I could ascertain. The lawn was certainly well kept, as were the rows of neatly trimmed rose bushes. I passed through the gate, kept to the […]

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HAMLIN ‘PURGATORY’ ROSENCRANS

December 1, 2015

‘It’s December,’ said Hamlin ‘Purgatory’ Rosencrans, writhing in hallucinatory anticipation. ‘The seams have been torn. I’m allowed to enter. Open, I tell you.’ ‘Boxcar’ Blevins, keeper of the door, blinked his eye. His brain quivered under the strain of trying to form a thought. ‘You tell me open. I not bash you?’ Blevins managed to […]

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ZEBULON SISSELTHACKET

November 28, 2015

Zebulon Sisselthacket removed his scarf with a flamboyant gesture of defiance, looking around first to make certain he was alone in the cloakroom. Then he flung the shoddy rag to the floor, stifling a sob. ‘What’s going on in there, Sisslethacket? Come out at once and take what’s coming to you,’ boomed the voice of […]

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MILDRED, THE INFORMATION GATHERING PLATYPUS

November 21, 2015

Mildred, the Information Gathering Platypus, waddled into the swamp, gathering information as she went. Water density, insect count, and slop distribution were among the items she tallied and tucked away into the folds of her efficient mind.  She paused in alarm when she noticed a cream colored 1948 Studebaker automobile hovering nearby. ‘Here now,’ she […]

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THE WEREWOLF

November 11, 2015

You howl at the fat round moon. Your gold glow eyes shine. You lower your head, scan the valley below. The window of the distant cabin winks a yellow flicker of candlelight. You set off loping easily across the snow. Approaching the cabin, you pause, listen, and crouch low, resting your muzzle on a streaked […]

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