fiction
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My Doppelgänger – Part 1
“Ere Babylon was dust, / The Magus Zoroaster, my dead child, / Met his own image walking in the garden. / That apparition, sole of men, he saw. / For know there are two worlds of life and death: /… Continue reading
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I’ll See Your Sin and Raise You a City
You want to know how Las Vegas came to be? Pull up a chair, ante up, and let me deal you the truth. First, I looked out at that desert: hot, dry, empty. God left it blank, like He was… Continue reading
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The Last Letter of Brother Anselm
From the cell of Brother Anselm, Feast of St. Michael To whomever finds these words, I write by the guttering of a single candle, though I fear light itself has betrayed me. What I saw tonight at the altar cannot… Continue reading
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Closer Than We Think
The letter arrived on a night when the wind clawed at the shutters, and the candlelight trembled. Its parchment was yellowed, its ink uneven, as though it had been written in haste or in a hand not wholly steady. “You… Continue reading
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The Descent of Father Armand
Father Armand had heard the whispers long before he found the key. They rose from beneath the cathedral floor, curling into his dreams. When the sexton’s ring yielded an iron key too ancient for any lock aboveground, Armand knew it… Continue reading
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A Place That Still Exists
Have you ever woken up on another planet? No, not the kind of trip you take with psychedelics. I mean literally opening your eyes one morning and realizing you’re no longer in your own bed, or even your own solar… Continue reading
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Doorways
For reasons I still can’t explain, the door felt different that night. Not in any obvious way. Just a faint glow at the edges that didn’t quite belong. It carried with it a charge of danger, and, more unsettling still,… Continue reading
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This Is My House (horror flash fiction)
We’ve all heard haunted house stories. They’re clichés now, chopped into horror films or watered down in R.L. Stine paperbacks. Families move in, doors creak, things go bump in the night. My case was different. I knew the house was… Continue reading
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The Forgiveness Ritual
Every year, on the longest night, the villagers climbed the rocky path to the hilltop chapel. Lanterns swayed gently, casting flickering halos across somber faces. They gathered beneath the cracked stone arches, voices blending into a chorus of forgiveness. “We… Continue reading
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Epistles from a Future Self
The first letter arrived in spring, tucked between his electric bill and a coupon flyer. Handwritten on thick parchment, it bore no return address, only his name, scrawled in calligraphy like the cover of a Bible. “Lo, I say unto… Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 