“We apologise for the bumps, everyone. We’re trying to climb up above it but the turbulence might last a little longer so we’re keeping the seat belts signs on for the moment,” announced the pilot. Beth leant forward, peering out… Continue Reading
When Ella Marie first woke up one morning with a rechargeable desk fan for a head, she found it infuriating that nobody noticed the change. Her husband’s calm, breakfast-in-mouth greeting of “You look lovely as always, dear,” made her want… Continue Reading
The Transylvania Express rocked and rattled through the Romanian darkness. Despite the name, it was a slow train running on Soviet-era rails. Anastasia, a twenty-five-year-old hospice nurse, was returning to her compartment at midnight when she bumped into her great-great-grandfather.… Continue Reading
“Mages and mercenaries, gamblers and guild masters, welcome to the 83rd mayoral debate of this fine city of Aleshire!” The well-dressed and portly announcer’s voice magically reverberated to the edges of the crowd. Arms raised, the three-foot tall man stood… Continue Reading
The dog days of post-college unemployment had to come to an end eventually. Spencer hadn’t cleaned his apartment in weeks so it smelled like sour milk and marijuana. His father arrived in an Armani suit and spent an hour lecturing… Continue Reading
I hate Mr. Omniscient. It’s 8:30 AM and Mr. Omniscient (his name is really Jason) begins yet another absurd story. “I worked in Germany for two years. The food there has no preservatives so you can eat and drink as… Continue Reading
“Christmas wishes, Christmas wishes!” It was the cutest elf Amy had ever seen. So lifelike—the way those pointy ears twitched and the face crinkled like real skin as its owner smiled up at her. “I’d love a Christmas wish,” said… Continue Reading
Marky was dead, to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. Now wait a minute. There is plenty of doubt. That is just not true. Also, bald-faced plagiarism. Mark Ganner scolded himself for such maudlin and self-centered musings.… Continue Reading
“Bubble double, spoil and rubble.” “Have you got that right, dear?” Bjarnhilda raised her long and warty nose out of the pot she was stirring, just missing its rim. “Of course, I do.” She continued, “Fire burn and caldron bubble.”… Continue Reading
RCS Chat with Jennifer Taylor Rex Overston — Friday, Oct 5 – 8:03 AM Hey Jen, I’m on a call, but text me back—I need to hear about what happened last night with Mary Lou Klinger’s recognition party at Schuler’s… Continue Reading