We are never as creative as when making excuses for why we can’t be. Akira Kurosawa, for those who don’t know, wasn’t just one of the greatest directors in Japan. He was one of the […]
Tag: novel
(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 […]
(Fiction) So Big
Christine Adjani sat by herself at the round white table in the nook by the bay window, smiling in silence at old pictures of her and Declun, when the double doors across the living room […]
(Fiction) The Red King
Anders Benet had murdered his mother in the womb. He had no memory of this, nor could he say he intended the woman any harm. Indeed, it wasn’t until his fourteenth year that he killed […]
(Fiction) Permission to do the right thing
Hours passed, and Xana realized neither of them had bothered to turn on the light even as the penthouse grew dark. And Ian hadn’t moved or bothered to go to the bathroom. He just sat […]
(Fiction) Face Like a Bat
My house, barely more than a hovel, sat on the south side of a green pillow of a hill, between a pair of very old oaks. My neighbors were terribly suspicious at first, and rightly […]
(Fiction) For the unborn
John lost his best friend in Suriname. He left Danny’s body in a ditch after shooting him in the head. Danny looked up at John with no fear, no remorse. He’d been caught. John had […]
