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Help, My Mirror Smiled at Me

I sat in my dusty room, staring at the unpacked boxes and the mattress on the floor, taking in the old, creaky house. The sound of my...

Til Death We Did Part

The sun was setting. The 6th of May, a Tuesday. It was uncharacteristically cold for May. Everyone stood in a row, shuffling slowly. A...

The Wand Stealers

An elderly man in a WW2 aviator cap and a steampunk, scientist-like monocle, bent over his oak Victorain era desk. Garbed in Carolingian...

A Hard Night's Work: an illustrative poem

It was a warm evening with a cool breeze, and the moonlight cast its gleam upon the tranquil waters beneath the dark sky, thus...

The Third Dimension

“Since it is so likely that children will meet cruel enemies, let them have at least heard of brave knights and heroic courage. Otherwise...

You’re Not the Only One on the Road: A Screenplay

EXT. RURAL AREA - ON THE ROAD - DAY A GIRL, 18, is driving a small used white car. Next to her, in the front passenger seat, is her new...

Windswept: Part II

“You have to be more careful out there, bud.” A screw was tightened. “I’ll have to scrap most of the arm. These new parts cost me a...

Windswept Part One: Oasis

A lone figure walked through the windswept desert. The villagers saw it coming from miles away. They had little in the way of defenses;...

Chateau De L’Enfer

It felt like a scene from a movie: I was driving off into the sunset in my ‘57 Chevrolet, my view being the bare desert on every side. A...