Talmut, the poacher, crept up to the unicorn herd. Dead twigs snapped under his foot. He looked up to the spiral horn of a magnificent mauve female a hair’s breadth from his forehead. He had dropped the beasts with his magic arrows before but now he stood frozen in fear. The unicorn smiled. Talmut’s thoughts …
How dare I attempt to craft a sonnet in the spirit of the Bard… the real one. What’s in a name, eh? A bard by any other name is still a poet. This being the season of Valentine, I toss my effort into the ocean, to sink or swim. How to compare my love to …
And thus, the rigors of training left behind, Marsden stood with his class. The Prime Ambassador glared at the assembly, like the kitchen fed him something disagreeable. The leader addressed the mass. He regaled them with tales of former glory, now tainted by their mission. “You represent the finest of our race. Where you go, …
The Gods be damned! For they will have damned us to an eternity of suffering; living in the squalor of our own ignorance. Who are they? These Gods and their legions of angels? Or their demons. We find it difficult to tell the difference between those minions. Indeed, they hail from the same star formation …
Death Doesn’t Become Her The floorboards creaked as Sir Thomas strode across to his favorite chair, the air filled with the mix of smoke from the fireplace and his Cuban cigar. He pulled his robe around himself and threw another log on the fire. He gazed up as he blew a smoke ring following footfalls across the first …
Secret Garden The voices drew Maty to the garden. He opened the gate and peered inside. With so many people yelling, he could not hear a word. The field of wild flowers stretched to the top of a hill, dotted by small and large trees. His brain felt weak with the onslaught of busy colors. He stepped into …
He followed the school, to slaughter his own initiative, to live a life bereft, and when their vision shattered, he died with fifty years left. Copyright 2019 Herb Hagell
“Best ye don’ look girl.” “I have to.” “Olive, why d’ya watch it from up dere?” “Because they make the best lemonade. And if I look from the top, here, I can just see it.” I miss it so much. “Whatcha see, girl?” Olive looked at her friend. I see it all now. “Oh Abby. …
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