Her drunk father's angry pair became the last set of eyes little Beth saw in her short life.Read More
The chirping of the morning birds and shuffling of hurried feet were music to little Beth's ears. She hopped and skipped all the way to the local baker, as she had done everyday, moving along the rhythm of the sometimes-caring and sometimes-apathetic working city.Read More
Standing next to my legs, Aristotle charmed me with his eyes. “Meow!”
Night had overtaken Cinnabar but it wasn't the dark that gave him the ability to see me. One of the laws of the universe did.Read More
Cute! That's what some of the women who passed by little Aristotle called him. Even with a little grease on his face, ruffled hair, and yellowish teeth, it couldn't be helped. With one glance, Aristotle could charm random strangers with his big, adorable eyes.Read More
Greed was too fast, poison too slow.
But an arrow from a crossbow straight to the head through the window was fast too. Frederick would not see it coming. And people wearing masks of lamb, fox, or wolf was too comical and juvenile.Read More
“We should've just hired a hitman,” adult male #1 said. His name didn't matter. He wasn't dying that day.
“Let's not involve others,” adult male #2 said. His name didn't matter too. He wasn't dying that day.
Other people might feel they were on top of the world but not Arianna.
Though not the tallest in Cinnabar, the building where she worked was not to be underestimated. Standing on the rooftop, Arianna reached to the indifferent sky and stole a star. Crystalline celestial object, expected to give its holder joy, twinkled on the palm of her hand.Read More
Author of I Killed My Friends and It Thrilled Me and Walden and Hyde (and Other Short Stories).
© Xeno Hemlock 2017.