At the Water’s Edge Ezra closed his eyes. The last stretching fingers of honeyed August light warmed his cheeks and brow, and he brought the can to his lips. Crisp, light beer. He drank deeply, chased it with the hot smoke of his cigarette. Snubbing it out in his plastic ashtray, he mindlessly patted Rufus…
Category: Fiction
The King’s Apple by Zachary Powell
Once long ago, in a forgotten land much like our own, lay the old town of Vale. Vale lay cradled in a small vast valley, filled with great rolling hills interlocked with lazy, winding rivers and modest lakes filled with brisk, crystal-clear waters. All throughout the realm lay a plethora of apple trees as far…
The Artificial Play Projection System by Wyatt Johnson
Locations Back alley of New York Curtains still closed, Announcer walks to the center of the stage David: Welcome everyone! My name is David Walker. Investors, future stockholders, and hopefully future customers, what you are all about to see will completely change not just Broadway, but all forms of staged performances. Welcome to the first…