Fiction

Fables, yarns, tales, fantasies, science fiction, magic realism and other fantastical flavors.

Togetherness

The humerus bone has ‘humor’ of a malignant kind, that which shows no restraint. It went jerking in another direction, that is, the direction of a no-no, towards the man with the blond hair. And ...

Khoa in Chiapas

He’s seen her before, coming out of the church as he was walking inside. He’d only wanted a place to sit, where it was dark and cool and quiet. He had looked down with shock ...

Stop, Before it’s too Late

Don't open that note! The pages are folded over for a reason. Crackling of the adventurine-colored curtains gone moldy, and brittle, over the last century signals trouble all around you now you have started to ...

Tales of the Natural

Sage, the courier said, once burned, will remove all evidence that I existed, and have left this package here. Burn it now, or the old woman across the street will know. You know how long ...

The Story of the Oogaloogaman

This is the story of the Oogaloogaman. I heard it from Roger, who heard it from Shaun, who knows it's true. If I tell it to you, you have to believe it, because if you ...

New Existence

She pervades all things. 1918 was the best of all creatures. You fear possible negative public feeling against them, and you cannot now retain my attention. Besides learned men from his meditation days, by asking ...

Where is the Enchilada of Death?

Stomach flu. Days of lying on your back at the mercy of mutant molecules coiling viciously up your brain tubes, of your neurons unlinking and firing randomly into the air like Cossacks at a village ...

To Broil a Horse

Title and theme went on and on: old Ralph Rinkelmann and his innumerable rubber trees in the center of a basin. And wringing from them the juice of a lemon. To broil a horse. It ...

With Virgil

Behind the polyglas the sky was orange over the city.  The white towers were tall and thin, with minaret tops.  Just like the snow asparagus FourMother cloned in the agrovat, Lewis thought.  Funny he'd never ...

Perfect Day

My good friend Marianne once asked me, “What is your definition of a perfect day?” She was flipping through one of those women’s magazines, reading the questions of some quiz out loud. Kicked back on ...