Short Stories

He was very much dead, living on borrowed time: Death had allowed him time for one last task. Just enough strength to navigate the former...

The wind rattled the dying trees to their roots. Every breeze slaughtered many fair golden leaves like a sword slash. On the youngest and...

Stop. Start. Stop stop start start stop. Stop. What am I thinking? Silence. Sound sound Sound! Silence sound sound silence. I can’t hear!...

The first brother consulted the second brother’s eyes for an answer that never came. They had been on a journey from Aswan to Cairo when...

In a room in a house with no broom and a mouse- not mouse, mice- gloom souse whomever witnesses the creature within. When slithers of...