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Little D: Dracula Retold
Meet Little D, Dracula’s younger form, as he navigates small-town life, vampiric charm, and the start of an eternal existence.
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In Search of Legends
My noise broke the stillness and the twittering, croaking, and cricking of the woodland residents started up again. I’d never had that happen before, but I hoped it was a ...
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An Innocent Moment
I guess dads were breakable after all.
A Good Read
When I made the discovery little over a week ago, I was far too excited to think in such rational terms. I had been foolish, addicted. I see that now.
Seafaring in Minnesota
The wind blows cold and lonely off the prairie at night, hurtling along at ground level, then rising up, washing over the house.
Static
Promise yourself: If they catch you, you’ll deny it. Decide that you will play dumb. Practice seeming confused, insisting genuinely to an invisible supervisor that you were looking for a ...
Theophany
He was beautiful if you knew him, and could be a real bastard when he wanted to, and a lot of times when he didn’t.
The Shed
She takes to visiting the shed on a daily basis, constantly checking over her shoulder on the lookout for Lottie or James, hoping to snatch a couple of hours to ...
How to Have The Best Burial Ever
Dying well is a serious business. “There are three occasions in a man’s life where people will gather to celebrate you: the day you are born, the day you marry, ...
The Golden Calf
t was fall–when grassland starts to grey and brown and the sloughs and wetlands prepare for ice. The sounds of life get tuned down; frogs nestle in the mud, birds ...
Gettin’ Up
Clifton New Jersey sits some twenty miles from Manhattan New York, but the bucolic suburban neighborhood I grew up in, namely Allwood, Clifton NJ might as well be ten thousand ...
3 Words
A descriptive flash piece built of 3-word phrases.
Avoiding the Glue Factory
I want to stop and ask for an explanation, but that isn’t an option because gravity and target workout pace dictates when I can stop.
Return of the Hunger Artists
The old ways were coming back, too. Old tastes. Religion. Cigarettes. Casual racism, masturbation and chastity belts, and long, long fireside stories told on frigid winter nights.
The Birds
At the café in the gardens, I order a coffee and a date muffin from the waitress. The sun shines down on the climbing roses. An assortment of reds and ...
Pulling Teeth
Larry Fischer had a new bitters kit he wanted to try, the artisanal kind packaged with letterpress and pipette.
All Sky, No Bone
The right leg kicks the football. The heart beats. The lungs breathe. The mouth opens. These actions belong to a body that used to belong to a girl.
End of the World Music
What could be an endless ocean lay at the prow. Where the deep rosewood deck ends the dark water begins.
Carnival
Every year, they arrived overnight—hulking beasts of steel, purring in anticipation under the harvest moon. Their shoulders jutted over the trees.
My Life Atomic
I wasn’t expected to live long. Born in the shadow of a great war, it was casually assumed I would perish in the next.