The Many Laments of Dagda Lichfield by Kit Zimmerman
Dagda could hear the mob beating on the many dilapidated entrances of Ashview Manor. Sweat, dripping from his aquiline nose, conspired with wheezing
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Dagda could hear the mob beating on the many dilapidated entrances of Ashview Manor. Sweat, dripping from his aquiline nose, conspired with wheezing
Continue reading‘My toast is too dry; it’s scratching my lips, Daddy!’
Continue readingHe woke up in a white room. It was white for only a second before he felt something brush against his legs, blinked, and beheld
Continue readingFull Moon Nights by Roopa Raveendran Menon We decided to take Arjun’s new car for a spin. It didn’t matter to us it was close to midnight when we made the plan. No rules, as far as we knew, existed in the matter of maiden car voyages and their timing. It’s a full Moon night, said Arjun.
Continue readingSome freaks sleep when they go to bed. No tossing and turning. No dread. No rehashing bad choices and personal
Continue readingStepping out of the large arena, I asked the expansive blue sky, “What do you think of all this begging?”
Continue readingDear You By Angela Carlton: I am caught up in the silence, your web, those promises, each one wicked. As I lay in silk with you,
Continue readingHow do I know I’m real and not just a fragment of somebody’s imagination? How do I know I’m not just words on a page living
Continue readingEvelyn sat solemnly, staring out the frost-lined window. Wind howled across the sagging eaves as snow
Continue readingAn evening catches you again softly wrapped in your flannel comforter. Somewhere in this house
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