Chocolate (True Horror) PT1
This story is about the last time I ever sold chocolate.
Tag: Man
Rule Number Three
I don’t like the way you’re smiling at me, Sigmund…
Vol. V
A man of Egypt walked the desert. His lips were chapped and his skin blistered where his robes were torn. The sun glared down on him and baked the sand he walked on. The only protection he had were the clothes on his back, the wrap on his head and shoes […]
The Fish Were Biting – Hint Fiction
Tearing the flesh from his bones with forks and knives made of coral. They enjoyed a freshly caught meal.
Man From the Sea – Poem
He stirs, washed ashore. beautiful, with eyes paler than hair spun of sapphires, reminding the sailor of maidens and lore. He struggles, man from the sea, casting glances and spots the other, who knows his flesh could grant immortality. Stranded but not helpless, the sea man is more sailor than he. Twice his […]
“Meat”
Sometimes I get hungry—just really damn hungry and I think about all the things I’d like to eat. Like my favorite kinds of sandwiches, pizza, that chocolate cake they have at Jack in the Box, but the one thing that always comes to the forefront of my mind is meat. I hunger for meat. And […]
“Your Mid-summer’s Drive” – Prose
You’re driving. The car is a black Honda Civic and you’re going seventy down route 22. It’s a warm summer night, but you leave the windows rolled all the way up. It’s stuffy and hot. Sweat trickles down your face, your back is damp and your palms are slippery against the wheel. You press harder […]
“Man From the Sea”
Takke went down to the shore, where the docks creaked above slow churning waters, as cold and grey as coming storms. He knew the path well, every bush and tree. When the breeze blew and salt touched his tongue, he knew to leave the path, and cut through the line of trees, whose bodies […]
“Last Man to the Moon”
The last man to the moon stayed behind to see the others off, every ten years, a new batch flown across the stars. Sixty years he waited, till the last Human was sent to Titan. The last man to the moon prepared his pod, and waited for affirmation from the colony. A new life awaited […]
Zo Grimmwood 