It happened at midnight. I was awake, shivering in the corner of the cave, when the first contraction hit me. I hissed, dropping a hand to the curve of my stomach. It’s just a cramp, I half-begged. Instead of fading,… Continue Reading
So, our adopted daughter Tabitha has been kidnapped, and my husband Frank and I are waiting for the call. At least we think she’s been kidnapped. Her Gucci bag, her women’s size Christian Louboutin shoes, and a favorite large diamond… Continue Reading
She had never held her head higher than when she stepped through the gilded double doors, red cape flowing behind her. Her reception at the unloading area had been warmer than she’d dreamt of in her most crazed delusions of… Continue Reading
His face was almost expressionless as he was watching the violinist perform on the stage of the small theatre. His eyes were watching the musician’s every move and inside them you could discern a desire so intense it could top… Continue Reading
“Yikes,” said Silence when her partner appeared in the secret library with a dirt-smeared, naked, hairless doll with picture nails through its eyes, hands, feet, and heart. “That’s a poppet!” “It’s not a puppet, silly,” said Ethan. “It’s a Thoroughly… Continue Reading
I’ll tell you of only one. Jeweled, sparkling, found by a shepherd at the edge of a desert. Sand fell through his fingers as he picked it up, and he wiped the jewels clean with his white cotton tunic. Each… Continue Reading
Me? I see the devils and angels on peoples’ shoulders. Honestly, it’s helpful. Better than astrology by a long shot. None of that woo-woo-crystal-unicorn-believe-in-people nonsense. It’s like being able to see peoples’ red flags, but instead they’re these ever-changing balls… Continue Reading
The shaman stood on the high mountain peak, wind screaming through his hair. Some, on the edge of such a precipice, would have been gripped with trepidation. Not the shaman. How do you scare someone who has no fear? He… Continue Reading
Eleanor hovered over the crowd for half the pageant before spotting him: baseball cap, sunglasses, one hand thrust deep into his pocket, the other snapping photo after photo of “Little Miss Missouri Ozarks” contestants. There was always at least one… Continue Reading
Kyva rode into town on the Equinox, rounding on the throughway just as Milan finished deconjuring the holospirits. He’d pulled apart each line of code methodically, to ensure no malware could spawn in their wake, and the shimmering whales and… Continue Reading