Door Number Eight – Excerpt from Chapter Two

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“Looks like we made it back,” he said, “and just in time for class.” The campus tower clock struck four. “You have to be kidding me! I’m sure I have frostbite, and I’m going to figure out where as soon as I can feel my body. No type of instruction will occur until I find… Continue reading

Why Happiness is not a Sensible Shoe

You figure you need a pair of shoes and have a mental picture of what you want: a sensible choice that coordinates with your wardrobe and matches your busy lifestyle. You go to the mall and start eyeing the displays in search of what you already know you will buy. As you expertly scan the… Continue reading

Improbable Story

She thought she was home until the second moon appeared. She thought she was home, because everything looked exactly as she remembered it: the path to the front door of her cottage home, guarded by tall hollyhocks and delphiniums, the moss on the stone by the pond, the scent of the rain. For sure she… Continue reading

Door Number Eight – Excerpt from Chapter Eight

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“Are you alright, dear? You don’t sound like yourself,” her mother insisted over the phone. She was of half a mind to get on a train and stop over to see for herself what the problem was; her confused son/daughter had to use her best cajoling techniques to dissuade her. Taylor wasn’t too sure of herself yet;… Continue reading

Door Number Eight – Excerpt from Chapter Five

They left the room together, even though they had different schedules for the afternoon: Christine was going to meet Matt at the cafeteria and Taylor had to do some research for her homework and was planning to hit the library and spend the rest of the day there. That way, in case fate decided to… Continue reading

Door Number Eight – Excerpt from Chapter Five

When she came back inside, through the kitchen, no less, she got this weird feeling that she couldn’t pinpoint, that she had gone off the edge of reality altogether, and it took her a while to realize why. It was as if she had walked inside a hall of mirrors: there were multiple hers, everywhere,… Continue reading

Door Number Eight – Excerpt from Chapter Four

“So, what you are telling me is that at any point in time, while being engaged in the most common of activities, I could inadvertently walk through a door and find myself in another state of being?” she asked in a panic. “Of course you could, and you do, all the time, what do you… Continue reading

The Plant – A Steampunk Story – Excerpt from Chapter Twenty

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“On a happier note, how is your life lately?” Richard tried to change the subject, only managing to add more gas on Jack’s emotional pyre. “I’m in counseling with a child psychologist, thank you for asking. I got to revisit every second of my life, forwards, backwards and out of sequence, I discussed any and… Continue reading

Being Marie Celeste

Marie Celeste fumbled with the keys on the doorstep of the quaint old house, trying to figure out which one would fit the antique keyhole and feeling kind of awkward as she handled the eerily large key ring like some sort of medieval housekeeper. The thing was ridiculously heavy, and it made Marie Celeste wonder… Continue reading

The Plant – A Steampunk Story – Excerpt from Chapter 19

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“Of all the crazy things you ever came up with, Jack, I, for once, can’t believe you’re making me do this!” Richard said, exhausted and sweating profusely in the unforgiving sunshine, as he tried to force his shovel through the obstinate dirt. They had been at it since the first rays of dawn, about five… Continue reading