Category: fiction

Midnight Moksha

The crescendo, a calamity of sound and light, deafening and silent as it rose into the air above his head. Rays of azure light shot out…

The soft sounds of the television find their way down the hallway. My son is asleep, but I have yet to make it to his…

The Seelie Court was crowded on this moonlit night. High clouds had given way to a pearlesque moon with diamond-glitter stars. Fairies of every ilk…