Nothing But Mist

Nothing But Mist

The witch called upon the mist to wrap its arms tightly around the beachgoers, providing the shelter she needed to slip unseen along the wharf and onto the princess’ ship. She had, at this very moment, but one thought on her mind: Soon the princess would burn. In all fairness,

FLY

FLY

To be different in the town of Redistuo was to be an outsider, abolished from any place inside the shared opinion of the people and declared unworthy to belong. John was such a shunned man, though his name be plain enough and ambition to contradict small. It was the idea

ABOVE THE WORLD AND LOS ANGELES

ABOVE THE WORLD AND LOS ANGELES

Not many people know my secret, so please don’t tell anyone I tattled but they call me Lupita and I live among the clouds. How? I can’t say. Why? I wish I knew. For as long as my mind can remember, I’ve floated among chunks of chubby cumulus and slivers

THE SECRET DOOR

THE SECRET DOOR

The secret door. Over the mountain, across the wood, behind the waterfall. They had found it. Finally. Now they just needed to open it. But how?  And why? Because some cross-eyed, old man told them they must. Because something in his appearance – skin like crinkled parchment paper wrapped against

NIGHT FLIGHT OF THE SHEEP

NIGHT FLIGHT OF THE SHEEP

“ … and, should the symptoms of sleeplessness persist, a patient may attempt any number of psychologically soothing exercises … lulling the mind to a more restful state of being … the most popular and effective of these called ‘counting sheep,’ wherein the patient, with eyes closed, begins enumerating sheep

THE HANDS OF SALAMANDRE [PART 1]

THE HANDS OF SALAMANDRE [PART 1]

“This story begins as many stories do: from the very start and from nowhere else in between. It is a tale about what follows that distinct moment in every great man’s life, when he must choose a path between defending his beliefs or else accepting his ultimate demise. And in

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