I learned long ago that when the Raven comes, so comes Chaos.
With it came that cold wind. And with that cold wind went Carl.
He runs a hand through his beard, contemplating what he is witnessing. And then…
Against my better judgment, I closed the door, unlatched the chain, and invited him in.
Dylan sat straight up, bolt-like and drenched in sweat. The room dark and his bearings lost. As his eyes adjusted to the faint moonlight barely casting edges to the shapes of the room, he first recognized the soft curves of...
Pseudopod Flash Fiction Submission
She blushed and passed her wine glass to me for a refill of red.