After the events of this week, it only seems appropriate to share this one again… In 1848, I was living in Hungary—or what was then Hungary. That was the year people across Europe finally imagined […]
Tag: writing
(Fiction) The Most Dangerous Man in the World
The ruined church had been swept clean of dust and cobwebs but still smelled faintly of earth and mildew. The altar was bare. There was a stack of wooden pews in the knave. I heard […]
(Fiction) What is the Zero Signal?
It was trash day. Blue bins lined the residential street like silent mourners while dark clouds rolled overhead making threats they couldn’t keep. Nio and Quinn sat in an unmarked government vehicle three streets down […]
(Fiction) Kintsugi, the Broken Girl
The doctor’s eyes bulged from shock and asphyxiation as Mariko pulled the power cord taut. Her arms shook amid spittle and gasps, and she watched the frail man’s squirming tongue turn blue in his mouth. […]
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(Fiction) A Cackle of Murderlings [NSFW]
Erasmus stuck Zen-ji at the top of the grand staircase for good reason. A ten-foot samurai in full armor, meditating cross-legged on a large dais: that sent a clear message—that, and the man-sized sword that […]
(Fiction) A Minor Exorcism
He was making a proper nuisance of himself, whoever he was. I could hear the screams from the street. I stepped from the car and met the officer in charge, a woman named Ballantine. I […]
(Fiction) As If To Swallow Me
Bistro Indigenes was packed with the dinner crowd. Male and female servers scurried about in neat black aprons and matching bandannas. By the time I got there, Amber was already waiting, which embarrassed me a […]
(Fiction) The Knife That Killed Albert Gallagher Twice
I pulled Etude down, down, down endless flights of stairs: stairs that curled, stairs at right angles, stairs that cut a straight line, our feet quickstepping across stone. By turn after turn, we descended deep […]
(Fiction) You Don’t Even Wanna Know
We tracked the kidnapper to a swanky private club on the Upper East Side. The old stone building looked like any other row mansion on the street—walled and immaculate and seemingly impenetrable. The only hint […]
