Mario's body felt heavy. The floor pressed against his back, head and limbs. Hard and cold. The misplaced taste of stale, dank air roused him. Oww my body hurts. The last thing he remembered was sitting in his car. However, he didn’t recall ever getting back out. Why would he be outside his car, sprawled … Continue reading The Dragon King’s Medic (pt. 2)
Lally exited the charts office carrying several rolled maps under his arm. His straw hat was cocked back on his short dark hair away from scrapes on his forehead, beginning to scab over. Nasty scratches darkened his chin and the bridge of his nose. A split lower lip showed several day's worth of healing although, … Continue reading Skill, Luck, and Terrible Ideas (pt. 3)
After a dinner of green salad and a baked pasta casserole, the family convened on the living room couch in front of the TV. Dad sat at one end and his son sat on the other with the frying pan on the ottoman near his son's elbow. They left a space in the middle for … Continue reading The Frying Pan (pt. 3)
The strong scent of operating-room grade disinfectants didn't faze Mario Zikmund as he followed the last of the chatting medical assistants through the darkened office, shutting off the remaining lights and closing doors as he went. I love closing on Fridays. As the office manager, it was his duty to balance the needs of the … Continue reading The Dragon King’s Medic (pt. 1)
"And that's why I decided to become a villain," said Dr. Volkow as he reloaded his physics -defying pistol. The superhero "Waveform"---whose real identity was Eric Hardwood---glowered from where he'd been tied to a column in an underground parking garage below the shopping district. The subterranean garage and the stores above had been evacuated when … Continue reading Evil’s Gopher
A stone staircase wrapped down the side of a vine-choked bluff overlooking a quiet coastal town. Single-story buildings with tile roofs clung to every hill and cliff face from the highest point of the narrow peninsula to the westernmost shoreline bristling with masts. On the first landing from the bottom of the stone staircase, Zvonko … Continue reading Skill, Luck, and Terrible Ideas (pt. 2)
When the teenage boy returned from school on Friday, he dropped his backpack on the kitchen table and excitedly told the orange cat about his day. It had been a good day. He'd aced two exams and finished all homework assignments between classes except for one. In a bottom cupboard to the left of the … Continue reading The Frying Pan (pt. 2)
In a world where 50% of the population can use magic, there existed an ordinary cast-iron frying pan. The pan had been owned and used to prepare meals the old fashioned way by six different sorcerers in its lifetime. Eventually, the sorcerers sold it either at yard sales or online. However, having been in the … Continue reading The Frying Pan (pt. 1)
My friend Megan gave me a writing prompt that I'm gonna make either my New Year's Eve or New Year's Day post (if I don't set a deadline, I'll forget about it; also, if I give my self too long to think about it, the story gets too complicated and I won't finish it ). … Continue reading New Year’s Eve/Day Short Story Prompt
“HEY, MESA!” I looked over at the sound of my name. At the time, I was holding a heavy crate of bottles for the old shop owner who was clearing a cluttered bench to accommodate the burden. On the step outside the open shop door, our local letter carrier waved an envelope over her head. … Continue reading The “Mesa” Story – The Beginning
Duri Rolvsson 