Visions
The ‘count I now will quote to you
In dream to me was shown...
The Curator
Work's Final Call
Nelson Bussard glanced over his thick rectangular spectacles at the ding of the old doorbell above the creaky wooden door to his shop. In the dim light he could only see the man’s silhouette: tall, lanky, ruffled looking with a fuzzy black hat tilted back and to the left.
The Parable of the Obi of Ogwashi Ukwu and the Farmer’s Daughter
Now, I have ventured to Nigeria on several occasions, all but a few for business reasons...
Costumes You Can't Wear
It recently came to my attention that non-Polynesian children dressing up as their favorite seafaring non-princess Moana are guilty of offensive cultural appropriation...
The Princess Limerick
There was a young boy who was ill, and his grandfather brought, not a pill, but a story to read to his grandson in need full of sword-fights and magic and thrills....
AXIS - SPOILER MODE
This is the spoiler-mode version of the short story "Axis." If you don't want the "Easter-egg" I've hidden in the story given away, please don't continue reading. Instead, go and read the original story here.
As I recall it, not
AXIS
As I recall it, not so very long ago, while walking along a timeworn cobblestone wall, I discovered an old, old door, nestled in a cleft, all grown about with ivy. Truth be told, I nearly missed it; I certainly would have, in fact, if not for this odd thing