Short stories & poems

I had to quickly head over to my client’s house, since her voice was urgent and terrified over the phone; she even told me that she literally had to evacuate from her home due to the sudden infestation. Though I remained professional for the sake of my job, it was amusing to hear the woman so scared over a small bug, or maybe I just feel that way because I’ve dealt with insects for over ten years....

It was one of those late late summer days when the heat as boiled away and one could just imagine autumn in the breeze. Lee was on point watching for game through her binoculars. Tucked high in an oak, the blind was well camouflaged by vines. Flat on her belly, still as a stone, Lee loved the quiet of the woods. Unfortunately Seabrook, her hunting partner, was more of a talker.

“You know there us...

The call came on a late Friday, afternoon around four

My last customer paid his bill, just like he did before

It seem that there is some type of action, down the road

I jumped into my truck and zoomed off, like a green toad

The house in question, was on the borderline of land and sea

I had my small skiff in my truck/trailer, that is so smart of me

Parking the skiff on the back of a stone ga...

It’s so damn cold here in my soul.

No one knows the horror

I’ve known. I feel the darkness

coming, it’s cold. It’s taking

over this hole in my soul.

I see all the Tortured souls, so easily.

“They’re crying out ‘Save Me,’

Screaming inside, bleeding and

Dying.”

They now wander around alone

in a zombie-like state only to

Eventually fall into a deep black void.

Then disappear into the darkn...

Intricate and intwined, etched metal leaves and vines framed what looked like a one meter long oval mirror. The mirror’s leaves were Art Nouveau stylized orchid leaves meaning the vines were aerial rootsBenj was reminded of the old storybooks he used to read to his boy. One of the particularly odd fairytales featured a sinister mirror and a bloodthirsty queen. Benj decided the frame was beautiful ...

The first few steps felt just the same. I felt no heavier, the air I breathed in felt just as sufficient for my body to fuel off of, all the rules felt the same.

But the giveaway was in my eyes. They moved the same way in their sockets, scanning at what felt like the same speed they always had. But the images they captured were wrong. Objects dragged together like a large brush wiping over a stil...

Today marks the 7th anniversary since they took my parents away, yet I cannot mourn.

The government will not allow it, but every emotion—every feeling I have stuffed down since childhood is slowly rising, and I am running out of room to store it.

My mind is a stained canvas full of rips and tears, though it is not art. I am a mess that no artist can fix.

There is one photo I own of my parents, ...

I can hear the crunch of the snow beneath their feet as they draw nearer. Everyone seems fairly cautious, except for one lad. He seems a bit more optimistic, maybe even oblivious to what he’s stepping into.

In another life I would be bound by duty the strike all these men down on sight, for stepping into a structure so revered by my people. But that life passed away long ago.

The carcass of this...

The first day after the crash felt like an eternity. I can’t tell if the days are getting longer or shorter. I’ve never had this feeling before, that I can feel the smallest shift in my environment.

We are still clearing the snow around the ship and it has been two days since we crashed. You would think a group of highly educated shipmates would be able to get this done efficiently.

Luckily we h...

Alien species it camouflages itself

Instinctively sensed the environment

It looks at you than disappears

It brings friends along looking l at a distance

It sense and knows but sings a song

It glides in the ocean like a dance

It changes colour as to communicate camouflaged than exuberance. Its antenna flowing with electricity....