by Alexis Bertrand We rise like lions in the climax of the hunt! The boiling blood, the nostrils thrown wide, Our claws grip the earth, our tails lash, We leave nigh a soul but our hot breath that do ebb and flow from our tired lungs. Let the sweat and blood that doth drip from quivering limbs paint portraits of valor across scarred chests and … Continue reading Elizabethan War Speech
I could swim in his eyes. Jump right in and wade around. Or backstroke. Or butterfly stroke. I’m not a swimmer. Maybe if I jump in, the water would finally drip out, overflow over the lower lashes and travel down a face skinnier than I remembered. A hairless face. Had it always been hairless? I just wanted it fall. The suspense was obnoxious. And he … Continue reading “Jelly” – A Short Story
According to Steve, the wallpaper is a nasty green and brown. The carpeting is a shaggy rusty colored orange. This is at his best friend Rusty’s grandma’s house. The word about Rusty’s grandmother and her late husband is that they bought it years ago, when they first got married. Her husband, Gerald, liked it so much, the location, the scenery, and the decorations, that she … Continue reading “Rusty’s Grandmother”
Dave knocked tentatively on his boss’ open door, still holding the sticky note summoning him to her office. “You wanted to see me, Ms. Levin?” “Yes! Please, have a seat. How are you today, Dave?” Her voice was cheery, her motion toward the chair smooth, but her eyes were narrowed, scrutinizing Dave’s movements, words, and aura. “Fine. Good. Fine.” “Dave, we—your co-workers and I—Bethany, in … Continue reading “The Working Dead”
My mother always tells me that I had to have gotten my artistic bent from my father because she was a woman of science and logic and he was full of shit and tall tales. Of course, she told me this not because she thought that I was full of shit and tall tales, but because she was continually astonished by the numerous and significant … Continue reading “The Last Woman”
