My heart yearns for crooked lines and rough textures. Let me see these again, for they are the true shapes of the world.
Weird and Wondrous
Uviceptor philoteratus | Flash Fiction
Flash fiction set in a modern fantasy world. A paleontologist examines a dinosaur fossil as her mind wanders through ancient memories.
On the Skull Nebula | Flash Fiction
Flash fiction featuring a skull nebula. Call-and-response discussion on the nebula, its purpose, and what is viewed therein.
Moon Silver Grotto | Fantasy Short Story
A story of a man who seeks a cure in a deep grotto. The locals call it the most blessed place in the world. Others would call it their grave.
I Remember the Songs of the Stars | Flash Fiction
They sang many things through words that could only be comprehended by the yielding of one’s heart to the song.
Sailing Strange Waters
Shut your eyes, and set sail upon the strange waters beyond waking. Feel you the weaving of dreams by the moon magic.
You Cannot Soar Upon Wings of Dirt
Where your head turns, there will the rest of you follow. Stare not so long at dirt and dust, else that shall be your fate.
The Things Beyond the Pulp | Flash Fiction
He set his pen to the paper to trace letters he did not know, and through the ink crawled forth the strange things from beyond the pulp.
Dream of the Midnight Train Conductor | Flash Fiction
Unfortunately, there aren’t actually any trains in this story. Which may be just as well if you don’t like trains.
Fun with Freewrites! Again!
More freewritten nonsense! And this time with a dash of horror thrown in! What fun! Proceed with caution.
The Hassle of Having Wings | Flash Fiction
Having a pair of enormous wings is really more trouble than it’s worth, and not only because you risk becoming a freak show attraction.
Fun With Freewrites!
Reading the results of stream-of-consciousness writing is not for the faint of heart or the serious of mind. You have been warned.
The Place Where Horrid Creatures Dwell
There is a place in the universe where horrid creatures dwell, the twisted remnants of cosmic erasures rolled with the filthy remains of things forgotten.
The Place Where the Stones Sing (& Other Locales)
There is a place in the universe where the stones sing everlasting hymns to their creator. Also three other weird and wondrous locales.
The Place Where People Walk an Endless Road | Flash Fiction
There is a place in the universe where people walk an endless road, never seeming to get anywhere, but going all the while.
A Waking Nightmare: Cliffs, Seas, and Starry Skies | Short Story
A man jumps off a cliff in an attempt to escape something horrible. He doesn’t succeed since he keeps waking up again. And again. And again.
The Will of the Ink
When you draw with ink, you must commit to wherever the ink flows, for the will of the ink is supreme, and the only error is that which deviates from it.
The Cosmic Painter | Flash Fiction
There’s a place in the universe where a cosmic squid paints a world upon a canvas of stone and iron. But paint will always flow where it flows.
A Hole in the Horizon | Weird Flash Fiction
Harold enjoys a normal morning walking through the city. From the memories in his pockets to the great hole on the horizon, it’s business as usual as far as he can tell.
Echoes of the End
Doom. Destruction. Songs. Big ones. It all echoes back from the end to the present day.
When You Turn Your Brain Upside Down
The contents of your brain become clear when you dump them out on the floor. It may depend on whether your floor is carpet or hardwood, though.
I Have Seen Worlds Wash Away | Cosmic Flash Fiction
Worlds wash away, the depths howl with delight, stars are born and die, and whole galaxies topple like children’s toys. Also, an obscure Chilean literature reference.
As Good as Dead
A look at that nagging little voice at the back of your mind that tells you you’re wrong.
Universe’s End: Musing on the Edge of Nothing
Mortals believe that the void is empty. In a sense, it is; but in a greater sense, it is not.
An Email from My Support Group
When reality and dreams blend in indiscernible ways, you sometimes get bizarre emails.
The Affront to Cosmic Integrity
An unbearably dense and stuffy affirmation that some recipes truly do result in disaster. Particularly for fantasy worlds.
The Universe Runs on a Microprocessor
The catastrophic results of truly original ideas.
The light through barréd windows streams
The dual nature of a writer’s mind.
Above the Arc of Heaven
A poetic tale of something that happened long, long ago.