Tag: Fiction

Manner’s Maketh Man

Roger squinted through the dirty windshield of his truck at what appeared to be a person walking down the road. Nobody walked the road this far outside of town, especially this early in the morning, he thought to himself. Squinting harder he realized he didn’t recognize the stranger and pulled up alongside them to make […]

The Blind Seer

The book lay on the stone table, its leather binding cracked with age, golden-edged pages catching what little light filtered through the basement’s single, dust-covered window. I hesitated before approaching it, stories of its power hanging in my mind like cobwebs in the corners of the room. When I finally opened it, the air shifted. […]

Birthday Ticket

George stood motionless in the university hallway, watching avatars blur past him like autumn leaves caught in a digital wind. No one paused. No one noticed. The only acknowledgment of his existence came in brief, rehearsed phrases. “I bought a ticket for your birthday,” they’d say, offering perfunctory smiles before dissolving back into the stream […]