“I don’t like you much anymore, Master Evran,” Gleam said. Evran tilted his head to one side. “What’s that, now?” “I said I don’t like you,” Gleam repeated. Evran swirled the wine within his glass, amusing himself by bringing the edge of the liquid right up to the brim of his glass, as close as … Continue reading Nobody Wins
Tag: Short Story Blog
Taudanon’s Disorder
“Our final question of the day comes from a Commonwoman who wished to keep her identity anonymous.” Lauta inhaled. She had already been watching the viewscreen intently, but now her ears turned toward it, and her nostrils flared subconsciously as the entirety of her being focused on the words of Speaker Dauren. On the screen, … Continue reading Taudanon’s Disorder
The Truth
Sometimes I wonder, if you believe something strongly enough, what’s the difference between that and reality? From this comes another, related question: If enough people — say, 100% of people — become convinced of the truth of something that was once untrue, does it then become true? I guess you probably think I’m talking about … Continue reading The Truth
Becoming, Part XIII
Becoming, Part I Becoming, Part XII Rystala did not easily accept her fate. She screamed and cried for help, even as, from beneath her bed, she withdrew a sword. It took me by surprise, though of course I was not concerned. I would not have expected her to possess as word, let alone wield one. … Continue reading Becoming, Part XIII
A Good Day
On April 28th, 2017, Jerry Wilkinson had a good day. This may sound insignificant, but to him, it was not. It was the first time he remembered having and actual good day in a least seven years. Jerry did not think of himself as an unhappy man, but he was not a happy one. When … Continue reading A Good Day
Bay Window
She waits for him every day. Starting at 5:00 pm, she stands in the bay window, waiting for Daddy to come home from work. Sometimes he’s home at 5:05. Sometimes he’s home at 5:30, or even later. It doesn’t matter to her. She still waits there, ready to run to the door and greet him … Continue reading Bay Window
Daydreams 