Complacency

“Do you require anything else, Master Joshua?” “No, thank you, Kara-2.” “Then I shall take my leave of you.” That was a lie. Though the robot, standing six feet tall with strong, slender shoulders and a pretty, friendly face, turned on its heels and left the room, it wasn’t actually gone. The physical body had … More Complacency

Enemy Combatants

“You’ve got to stop thinking of them as your audience,” said James. He was looking Ben straight in the eye as he spoke, his sharp blues and intense stare causing Ben to feel unsettled down to his very core. “They’re not your audience. That’s a misconception that’s going to destroy you up there. They’re not … More Enemy Combatants

Cursed

“Because I’m cursed, John.” Daisy sat on the front porch of her family’s big white house with her friend from school, John. She pushed herself back and forth in the swing using her toe, which was just barely touching the wood of the deck. Her arms were crossed over her blue overalls and a single … More Cursed

Midnight

Jonah sat in his bed, the sheets pooled at his feet. He wore no shirt and only thin pajama pants covering his legs. The night was hot and his open window offered little in the way of relief. He had considered sleeping in his boxers to try and escape the heat, but now was glad … More Midnight

In the Well

Lego pondered his situation. It’s not like he hadn’t been in tough spots before. There was the time with the wizard who disagreed about who owned a certain spellbook that Lego swore he had found on his own fair and square. And there was the time that he was hiding inside of a vase in … More In the Well

The Fall

“No, I’m not saying that. What I’m saying is that I still expect to wake up at any moment.”

Elizabeth Walsh tossed her rubber gloves into the sink and removed her apron. She hung it next to the refrigerator and wiped the sweat from her brow. Her husband, Mark, sat at the kitchen table, leaning the chair he sat in on its back legs so the front were several inches off the ground. He had a bemused grin on his handsome face and his hands on the top of his head, ruffling his dark brown hair.

“You still think this is all a dream?” he asked of his lovely strawberry-blonde wife of twelve years. “You think that you, me, our kids, they’re all a part of your dream and that none of our life here has ever happened? I mean, that’s funny, but you’re not serious, right?” … More The Fall