Maternity wards are noisy places by nature and Dr. Barnes had no desire to add to tonight’s cacophony by arguing for a C-section his patient didn’t want. The delivery room, buzzing with a small sisterhood of girlfriends, one dumbstruck husband,… Continue Reading
“Will I tell you yesterday?” The child mumbled against encroaching sleep. “You will.” His mother stroked his sweaty forehead. “I don’t want to forget.” He rolled away and shivered. “You won’t.” The mother pressed her eyes shut. She refused to… Continue Reading
“You don’t blackmail a congressman,” said Karl. “We’re in over our heads.” Elliot pulled his chair back from the guards’ desk. He gestured to the hotel’s tiny security office; their foil-wrapped fast food lunches on a desk, the sickly glow… Continue Reading
Fittingly, the first thing Eight ever saw was the rim of light in the distance. It was faint, peeking at him shyly around the edges of a large metallic cylinder, but it was there, and for some reason he found… Continue Reading
The pony rides began at 2:00 p.m. The birthday boy, Edward, was first to ride. Veronica moved forward to help him, but stopped when her husband, Jon, pressed a finger to his lips and shook his head. She stretched a… Continue Reading
I’d tell it this way: In that place, at a parallel moment, a troop of His Royal Vileness’s cavalry reached a village, poor but beautiful, looking for girls with the same attributes. His Wretchedness desired a new toy. There, ice-clear… Continue Reading
The house shakes as I slam the front door. God, she makes me so mad. How was I supposed to know we had no milk? Is that my job? And why must I put the damn loo seat down every… Continue Reading
Listen to “Twist Twist Shake” by E.M.Pearson, read by Folly Blaine: [display_podcast] E.M.Pearson writes in Maryland, USA. Folly Blaine is a writer living in the Pacific Northwest. “Twist Twist Shake” by E.M.Pearson was originally published on June 13, 2012. … Continue Reading
When Alan Patterson awoke, he found himself naked and duct-taped to a wooden chair with duct tape sealing his mouth. His head throbbed. The night was hot and humid and sweat rolled down his forehead and into his eyes, blurring… Continue Reading
With his wife away, Danny ate dinner at the Gray Moose, a classic dark-wood pub. He signaled to a waiter for another beer. “Sure thing, Mr. McGowan.” With that, an attractive dark-haired woman sitting at the bar near his table… Continue Reading