Literary Fiction

As the name implies this section is reserved for non-genre specific writing. Here you will mostly find short stories, and maybe some flash-fiction (really short stories).

A Life Untied

I could not breathe in that room. It wasn’t the thick summer air that was suffocating it was the spirit of the room, Marcia’s spirit. She had been my college roommate and I had been the last to see her. Looking at this room now I don’t think I really did see her. Light spilled in from between the blind slats. Newspaper clippings and printed articles were pinned up to every wall with words and pictures that were circled or highlighted in red, always red. Bright yellow post-it notes accompanied many of these pieces. At a glance nothing tied together. Glasses half filled with water rested delicately between open books resting on open books with book marks bulging out the pages. Dust hung in the air and had already blanketed everything in the room. I went to flick the lights on but the switch had been taped down, a warning perhaps. She had always been so serious and so cautious, but I didn’t know what any of this could mean. Continue reading

It Burns Just the Same

Fire races through thick beige carpet still streaked from vacuuming. It dances up the sides of a white couch leaping from cushion to cushion. The coffee table burns with its lone candle center piece. The wax boils and spits splattering the carpet with red shortly before it is consumed and blackened. Chairs on either side of the coffee table had been turned ever so slightly to create an inviting atmosphere. They matched the couch when it was still white, now they match it in black. Continue reading