“The stars are magic of a kind. So far, so small. So hot so strong. They stretch out to us from the deep black and whisper secrets of the past, across space, across time. Have you seen their twinkling eyes?… Continue Reading
I was driving through a neighborhood of dusty bungalows north of Hollywood headed to my next story. I didn’t figure it would be headline material. A couple of paragraphs on page two, headed “Robbery Suspect Dies” was the best I… Continue Reading
She closed the book, placed it on the table, and finally, decided to walk through the door. Medieval and ornate, the door did not belong in her tidy living room, between the family pictures and the book shelves. Worse, it… Continue Reading
Celadonia Jones knew a little about earthquakes and a little about trees, but hadn’t expected to become intimate with both coming home from the ballet that Thursday night. She thought the car might have been running rough as she pulled… Continue Reading
They shared everything but underwear, though Julie suspected that Susanna helped herself to that, too. A diva without boundaries, her roommate felt entitled to all she could see or root out from the back of a drawer. Clothes, food, makeup,… Continue Reading
Listen to “My Girl” by Camille Griep, read by Izzy David: [display_podcast] Camille Griep lives and writes in Seattle, Washington. Her work has appeared in On The Premises, Short, Fast, & Deadly, and Used Furniture Review. She likes wine. Izzy… Continue Reading
The Times — Tuesday December 12 Humpty Dumpty Eggstraordinary gentleman A short while ago, a socialite and personality of almost mythic repute, Humpty Dumpty, died suddenly in a tragic accident. Many remember him fondly, but none can recall when they… Continue Reading
I still remember that awful moment, in school, when I realized mathematics is the language of the universe and I could barely speak one coherent word of it. I sensed its beauty, but could never commune with its soul. Mastered… Continue Reading
Mia tracked her brother down to the garage, where he was sitting on the workbench and swinging his legs. She wasn’t surprised. The garage was hot and stuffy and smelled weird, but she found herself ending up there a lot,… Continue Reading
Adrienne’s name is stitched to the pocket of her white blouse, which is tucked into her short black skirt. Standing behind the counter at Drakeville Diner, she winks at Arthur Coleman and fills his coffee cup. He nods. She tries… Continue Reading