I. In Edinburgh the bagpipes are for tourists. I’m sorry but it’s true. I don’t mean to be a snob. But in Stirling they’re more genuine. They roll over the floodplains and you never see who’s playing them. You can… Continue Reading
Dawn broke over the cracked windows of the Pi Iota Gamma fraternity. The living area was strewn with red Solo cups, pizza boxes, overturned kegs, and the general detritus of a weekend rager. This metaphorical pigsty was given more literal… Continue Reading
The sun was too bright and the sky was too blue. My eyes had nothing to hold on to as we scrabbled along the cliff’s path. You walked faster than me, as though your exertion would make the ordeal more… Continue Reading
My grandmother’s house was full of clocks. They were never wound properly, their haphazard ticking all over the place — a cacophony of irregular mechanical heartbeats — so at any given moment one of them was busy striking or chiming,… Continue Reading
My mentor Tila and I swam side by side, laughing and whistling, enjoying the serenity of the water, until she brought up something serious, something I wasn’t sure I wanted to talk about. “Tell me what happened,” she said. “The… Continue Reading
At Rodor’s signal, the executioner swung his axe. It cut through flesh and bone and buried in the wooden block with a vibrating thunk. The sorcerer’s head landed in the dirty street. Rodor gestured with one meaty hand for guards… Continue Reading
“And now, for our next act, please welcome to the stage… Gertrude, the Cleaveress of the Rhineland!” The attending crowd clapped politely as a stout and simply-dressed woman took the steps onto the circular platform. Spotlights of reflected candleflame lit… Continue Reading
“Sephra, I’m off to my weekly human meet ’n greet. While I’m gone, do the cleaning thing,” Ada said as the gravi-lift elevated the profoundly obese woman from her bed and whisked her out the door to her awaiting electric… Continue Reading
My hands hover above my open eyes. I let out a deep sigh in the hopes that my wife would hurry up so I could get back to the game. I cast a quick glance below at my son, Bobby.… Continue Reading
Alice May greeted her friends on the porch of Castle Rock, a sprawling Virginia estate. Zoe, the taller of the two, held a pizza box, and Anna clutched a paper bag that clinked when the girls unloaded onto the kitchen… Continue Reading