First published on March 1, 2021 in The Dark Magazine – (2.800 words)
You buried me in the cold, hard ground. The March wind was blowing, sharp as a slaughter knife, bringing the scent of snow from the mountains over the sea. You dug a shallow grave among the gnarled roots of an olive tree. My sheep bleated in distress as you laid me down, they cried Murder! Murder! from their innocent throats. You covered me with earth and stones, first my body, then my face, my eyes wide open and staring into the brilliant winter stars above us.
First published on January 1, 2021 in Beneath Ceaseless Skies – (3.300 words)
It feels good to touch me, doesn’t it? It feels like a promise of joy on this bleak January morning, the fog so thick you can barely see the mooring poles in the canal. You feel the warm candlelight dancing across glowing skin and sparkling jewels, you imagine my sleek form snug against your cheeks, you hear the laughter and the clink of glasses. Carnival is in your blood, you can feel it at night, coming like a tidal wave, ready to flood this city.
First published on December 23, 2020 in The Crypt – (250 words)
I should come down the chimney, but it’s too narrow, so I use the back door you left unlocked.
First published on December 3, 2020 in MetaStellar – (1.000 words)
Bellatrification became a question of time. It began with wannabe stars copying Bella, then it spread among the rich kids who wanted a “natural look” and soon enough everybody who wanted to be somebody was doing it.
First published on November 26, 2020 in Love Letters to Poe and can be found in Love Letters to Poe: Volume 1, Issue 2 – (1.300 words)
I should have drowned her then. I wanted to ask her about Henry, it was on the tip of my tongue. Who dared to touch first, whose kiss lit the fire, all the gory details. But I watched the seagulls instead, sailing on the wind.