“In the meantime, spare us this Nevers nonsense,” said Fulcruchen to Anjhest. “There’s no such thing as a Twinning Road.” “We shall see,” said Rand, plugging the… Read more “This Textured Darkness, #5”
Category: general fiction
This Textured Darkness, #4
“They’re calling twinning roads,” began Anjhest. “It is said a man will meet himself again and again, but he’ll never come to an end. Nor will he die.”
This Textured Darkness, #3
“Let us hope the birds have enough privacy to breed!” roared the King.
RISING, a short story by Joan Spilman
He reads something in my face I have no words for. “Okay,” Tim says. “You can have your divorce.”
Lumpy McFaye
“No, thanks. I’ve seen enough of human nature.”
When I write What I write . . .
Bean juice affected the great-aunts like distillery fumes.
Once Upon A Mind by John Holland
. . .running riot through red rooms.
Establishing Witness, conclusion
The preacher was a neat spare man in a yellow shirt and navy blue slacks. Had she not seen the maroon Bible pressed underneath his arm, she’d have mistaken him for a Vista Volunteer.
Establishing Witness, con’t. Joan Spilman
When nothing happened, Vernie began to fear the worst. Anjean had been murdered and no one had identified her body. She’d been sent to the medical school in Morgantown; the Adult Service Work having checked the box, “anatomical gift”.
Lumpy McGhee, 1921-2007
“Thanks, but no thanks. I’ve seen enough of human nature.”
