Fantasy

Closed Deal

I rubbed the rough surface of the ancient ring that clung to my finger and felt it bite deeper into my flesh, the pain reminding me of Its impending visit. The wall clock ticked and ticked, its hands spinning mercilessly, begging for my gaze. I refused the call, but the message was crystal clear.

Midnight was approaching.

Emilia tapped the cover of the book I was holding, startling me.

“And then, Mommy?” she asked, her breathing labored but steadier than it had been in months.

Hallowed Turf

From the bench, they could see the children littering.

Candy wrappers were undone, divested of their contents, and discarded in quick succession. Sticks that had proffered sugary baubles dropped into the grass like tiny javelins. One particularly betrayed looking whelp discovered that their baked goods had lured them in with the promise of chocolate only to reward them with dried fruit, and subsequently the stack was dashed against the dirt in a violent rage.

Flashes of Brilliance

Rose’s cheeks were the embodiment of her name: pinkish, graceful, plumb as fresh strawberries. I trembled at the mere thought of approaching her. I mean, what would I even say?

“Just tell her you’re yummy for her cunny,” Jason said. “If her panties soil afterwards, you’ll know she’s down.”

“Gross. No way I’m saying that. I’d rather die.”

“Hilarious,” he said, rolling his eyes.

Generation Game Night

It all started when my Grandma was cremated. Her ashes came home in an ornate red urn that Father placed on the living room coffee table, and my Grandpa began to speak to her. “Wife, what will happen to our ashes when I die?” Grandpa murmured, staring at the silent urn. “Who will care for our spirits? Andrew or Benny or Carol?”

My mother caught me staring and told me to give Grandpa his privacy. But eight-year-old me had never seen anyone talk to ghosts before, and it fascinated me to no end. Later on, I asked Father about it.

Wanted: Freakish Assistant

Lorgo dressed for his job interview. He slipped on his sleeveless tan tunic. He slipped on his stained white trousers. He slipped on his thick silver bracelets. He slipped on the puddle of gore on the floor.

The mad scientist lived in a castle on a cliff overlooking a river running behind a Super Walmart. This was convenient for Lorgo because there was a bus stop at that Super Walmart and he did not have a driver's license, just one for driving carriages and another for driving ice picks.

Catch and Release

Jennifer crouched in a large bush in a small suburban park surrounded by busy roads, apartment buildings, and tasteful iron fences, her apprentice by her side. They were trying to determine whether the little girl sitting on the grass was playing with an imaginary friend. Or someone else.

“Mister Humphries, you haven’t eaten your sandwiches!”

Forgotten Toys

We left our toys in the yard sixty-some-odd years ago. You’d think, small as we were then, all the time since, it’d be impossible to find the old place.

I drove the avenues of childhood, past the gutted gas station, the place pop took us for soft serve on those summer days when I felt my feet cooking in my sneakers. A left turn where a magnificent camellia once dropped blooms. Only a stunted armature remained.

Neige

My wife, June, was the first to see it. She called to me from the deck behind the house. “Tim? Come here. Quick.”

“What is it?” I yelled from the kitchen.

“You’d better come see for yourself.”

The Library Between the Worlds

When Nathan Rahos slumped onto a loveseat in his office, too drained to drive home after a fourteen-hour-long workday, he didn’t expect an adventure. His work as a junior accountant at the National Bureau of Fruit and Vegetables provided poor fodder for dreams, much like his personal life. So, as he dropped into a deep sleep and found himself strolling among hundreds of bookshelves, he felt like a trespasser.