“Tell me what to do to fix this,” he says, as though I have an answer for him. He’s trying to recover. He’s trying to backpedal and apologize. He’s trying to make amends for what he’s done, but he doesn’t know how, because he’s never really thought about what it means to be good to … Continue reading Get Gone
Tag: short web fiction
Chimes, Pt. 2
Chimes, Pt.1 I am not a very good smith. This is the sort of thing I think about in the dark of night, alone on watch with only a sleeping Tesehr and a quiet Cobalt for company. I’m not actually very skilled at smithing, despite all the practice and effort I put into it. I … Continue reading Chimes, Pt. 2
Chimes, Pt.1
People are strong. That’s something I’ve come to realize, over the years. I used to believe the opposite. I thought that, compared to the Wizard and his monsters, that we were all pathetic and worthless. Weak. I thought that we — that my people, that people in general — cowered in fear of the Wizard … Continue reading Chimes, Pt.1
More Wine
Rebecca takes a sip from her wine glass. It’s just palatable enough to swallow, which is fine, because the entire bottle cost her less than two dollars. She isn’t the type to care about whether the wine is actually good or not. She just drinks it for the alcohol. She swirls the rest of the … Continue reading More Wine
Not Gone Yet
A tear runs down my nose and falls from the tip before I can reach up to wipe it away. I blink, looking upward in hopes that it will forestall more tears. The first drops right into the mixture I’m stirring on my stove. No matter. Such a small amount of salt and water shouldn’t … Continue reading Not Gone Yet
Mr. Ongive Frightened Me
I am Knight-Detective Aberforo Honata. Most of you likely don’t recognize me by name, unless you follow the news very closely. That’s okay. I didn’t accept the offer to right this editorial to talk about myself, but rather, about an experience that I had with a man whose name, I would guess, the majority of … Continue reading Mr. Ongive Frightened Me
This Meal Matters
This meal matters. To an outside observer, with no knowledge of Justin’s life, perhaps it would seem insignificant. Perhaps a more experienced chef would laugh at him, for he is following, to the letter, a recipe he has called up on his phone, though the meal is simple: chicken, with sides of steamed broccoli and … Continue reading This Meal Matters
Ink, Part 5
It is not a lie to say that Chester does not interact well with women. There is something about them he feels he doesn’t understand. He never knows when they’re going to be nice or cruel to them. He has no conception of whether what he says to them will be well-received, ignored, or reviled. … Continue reading Ink, Part 5
Ink, Part 3
The video game Chester enjoys playing most right now isn’t one he would have picked out for himself when he was younger. The tattoo on his arm is from an online first-person shooter. It’s the symbol of the guild to which he belonged. It was once true that all Chester would play were FPS titles, … Continue reading Ink, Part 3
Ink, Part 1
Chester is thirty-one years old. He has no spouse or other romantic prospects, though not for lack of desire. He has no children, either, but he is content with that fact. He has two friends — who are truly just acquaintances, but Chester uses the word “friend” too liberally — who have oops-babies, and he … Continue reading Ink, Part 1
Daydreams 