A Many-Splendored Thing

When Godfrey Chasm woke up on Sunday afternoon with crusty eyes and cottonball-mouth, he felt groggy but relieved. He hadn’t slept a wink for almost two weeks, not when thoughts of his newly minted ex-girlfriend, Lenora Lymehart, tormented him like a storm crashing down upon a man already drowning. But last night, somehow…last night, he had … More A Many-Splendored Thing

The Voice

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When he closed his eyes real tight, so tight that his heavy eyelids seemed to disappear into his straining ocular muscles and perhaps into the serpentine folds of his brain itself, so tight that the fleshy red-black sensation of shuteye-sight faded into the deeper and darker black of spilled…

The Sorcerer

On her 30th birthday, Nimali met a sorcerer.  This was quite unexpected, as she had stopped believing in magic – like many – in childhood, once Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy turned out to be elaborate hoaxes.  And she had discarded her cherished fantasy novels back in high school, when the … More The Sorcerer

The Creation

In the beginning, Goddess created land and skies to form a world, which she called Dalynia. Now, the world was empty, so Goddess filled it with light and darkness, color and shape, landscapes and villages. The land ascended and fell in mountain peaks and flat valleys, with sugar-water lakes pooling on the plateau-tops and citrus-water … More The Creation

Opening Time

Fired.  Dinesh had been fired.  It had been four days since his meltdown, but still he sat in a shadowy corner of Rob’s Pub and nursed stiff drinks, staring with a dazed expression at the bar.  After the first few hours of panic and misery, Dinesh shut down.  He did not think about what happened; … More Opening Time

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She couldn’t write in her fevered state, beads of sweat collecting on her forehead like dewdrops on a spring rose, for every time her aching, swollen fingers scrambled across the keyboard, they simply sadjflsaidf akfjlda;sdijf a;sldjf;lskdj fjskld;afudsif sjfkla;sdkfj sdkjf sdf.s dfsdjiao. But in her mind, that meant something – a secret code, a cosmic language. … More asjdlf;asdkjflasidjf;as

Shipwrecked

During recess, Hannah Miller asked Kiran Patel if he would like to play “Shipwrecked” and pretend they were the only two people stranded together on a desert island.  She stood on a mound of wet grass surrounded by a large pool of dark rainwater, her frizzy brown hair whipping in the wind, olive eyes wide … More Shipwrecked