THE HANDS OF SALAMANDRE [PART 3]

THE HANDS OF SALAMANDRE [PART 3]

 “Flood every river of your mind with only the muckiest of water and you will forever be quenched with the thirst of appeal.” -Salamandre, excerpt from a rejected submission to The Brixie Journal of Jangular Babbles and Jingular Enterprise, Spring Vol. XVII The first night among the shelves, Salamandre couldn’t

THE DISAPPEARING ACT

THE DISAPPEARING ACT

For the third week in a row, Janet forgot to shave her legs. The first time she forgot was on a Sunday when she was changing into her swimsuit for Joel’s pool party. Janet looked at her legs as she slipped on the pink bottom to her tankini and after

THE HANDS OF SALAMANDRE [PART TWO]

THE HANDS OF SALAMANDRE [PART TWO]

“Those who speak of art as a truth, as a thing to know and understand in complete, bring a corruption to society far deeper reaching than any criminal mind could hope to create.” – Salamandre, Excerpt from Opening Ceremony to the Grackle Honeycreeper Ballet Company’s Performance of Tender Skies It wasn’t

MR. TOBBLER’S SUNDAY AFTERNOON

MR. TOBBLER’S SUNDAY AFTERNOON

It was barely noon on Sunday when Mr. Tobbler noticed three things about the man walking beside him: First, that he had a large, white pimple on the left side of his cheek. Second, that he was dressed entirely in black. And third, that his shadow, which should have fallen nearby, was

THE ENCHANTING LIFE OF FLANNIGAN BIXBY

THE ENCHANTING LIFE OF FLANNIGAN BIXBY

It was only slightly raining when Timothy Dinwiddle began his usual walk to the train station but still he wished he hadn’t forgotten his red umbrella with the purple dots. The umbrella was a present from his ever-traveling sister, Bertrice, a purple-spotted souvenir from her August trip to Vienna, where

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