Bash of the Titans (short fiction)

The bouncer didn’t even pretend to glance at the guest list. “Your name’s not on here.”

“Oh, come on,” said Prometheus. “I’m sure my invite got lost in the mail.”

The bouncer tapped his clipboard. “If your name isn’t on the list, there’s not a lot I can do for you, pal.”

A handsome man in an impeccably tailored suit, wearing a golden crown that shone with blinding light, stepped past Prometheus. The glowing man was accompanied by a beautiful woman on each arm.

“Helios, party of three,” he said.

“Helios, bro, it’s me,” said Prometheus.

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Human (short fiction)

The Specialist

“Tell me about your wife.”

“She ate the dog.” There was a quiver in his voice. “She almost ate me.”

“Not what she is now,” I said. “Who she was.”

Barry sat in the backseat of the squad car. “How does something like this happen? She’s human.”

I could see Barry was going to be hard to get to. Considering he’d just witnessed his wife devouring their beloved family pet, it wasn’t unexpected.

“Are they going to kill it?” he asked.


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The Bogeyman War (short fiction)

In the Hollow Lands, the children dwelt forever, spirited away by the Bogeyman. Why he did this, no one knew. Once taken, he tossed them into the cursed woods to fend for themselves against its many dangers. Most didn’t survive long. Some were swallowed by hungry trees. Others were dragged into the dark by things even the Bogeyman seemed to fear. And others just faded away one day, lurking like ghosts until they disappeared completely.

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One of These Doomsdays, Chapter Six

Don’t panic,” said Gretel.

He was mildly insulted she thought he would. He’d faced robots and zombies. An unusually large ant wasn’t that terrifying.

“I thought you said they were the size of buses and jumbo jets,” he said.

“This is just a scout. They come out in the mornings.” She checked her watch. “Yep. Six after six. Just like always.”

The blue-black ant’s antennae twitched. It scuttled away silently.

“Strange that the broken TVs are fixed, but our radios weren’t put back on the shelves,” he observed.

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