They called me Stingy Jack, but I still say tis a matter of opinion. When all you’ve got is nothing, being charitable tisn’t in your best interest! Aye, I may have lied, tricked, and deceived my way through drinks and women and places to sleep – but not a one of ye wouldn’t have doneContinue reading “The Fable of Stingy Jack”
Category Archives: Creative Writing
Dust to Dust
“I’m usually smarter than this,” said Janice, scratching her arm and smearing blood up to her elbow. The thing on the table didn’t answer. She was starting to doubt it ever would. Janice had had great success with rats, moving along to reanimating dogs and cats, and when the orangutan swung off the table andContinue reading “Dust to Dust”
Questioning
How can heaven be so great when we’re still here? It was a blasphemous thought that had haunted Benedict since the day his mother passed. He refused to speak it aloud; not on the day it had happened, not when his mother’s coffin was lowered into the muddy grave, not when his father, months later,Continue reading “Questioning”
Lost in the Flood
Her books floated away on the flood water like the boats of some miniature race, seeking safer shores and greener pastures to call home. Standing on the roof of her house, Alice watched them go, the tears which dripped off her chin and cheeks adding to the deluge. They were just things. She sat downContinue reading “Lost in the Flood”
Science and Myth
Icarus stood on top of his apartment building, putting the final touches on his newest wing mock-ups. The last five designs had been overwhelming failures – the fifth had landed him in traction for six months. He didn’t mind though – six months away from the accounting firm meant six months of unhindered scientific progress.Continue reading “Science and Myth”