“I haven’t actually met Dr. More,” the young clerk behind the desk explained apologetically. “Isn’t this his office?” “One of them,” he nodded. “He sees patients here on Tuesdays and Thursdays.” “Looks like I’m in […]
Category: Fiction
(Fiction) Under the Basement
05 OCT 10:45 The derelict house near the reservoir wasn’t only a puzzle box and likely murder scene, it was also a carcass. The ceiling and walls were caked in rot. It stank so […]
(Fiction) No One Called It Murder
No one called it murder. I suppose that’s what I remember most. They all went out of their way to avoid words that could’ve implied prior humanity, like “dead” or “body.” The incident report, which […]
A hull of words we secrete constantly
The dangers of life without death are avoided — they say — for ever. Not because from the mud of the boiling swamps the first clot of undivided life cannot again emerge, but because we […]
(Fiction) The Bone Labyrinth
“Well, there’s only two reasons people come here.” He held up one finger. “Something bad.” He held up a second finger. “Something worse.” “Worse, huh? So why drive out the day before just to turn […]
Robert Louis Stevenson (1885)
(Fiction) A Little Strange
I walked out and down the concrete steps and found my companion sitting on a curb across the parking lot. Her hand propped up her chin, like the famous statue. She didn’t look at me. […]
