Monthly Archives: April 2008

The Morning After by David Baillie

The Bus Stop to Damascus

The bus had parked at Tim Willice’s stop, outside of the weird little cave he called a house. There was a cone on the walkway, warning people away from the pile of weird shit Tim’s parents had put out for some poor garbage man. Tim

The Morning After by David Baillie

I Blame Rod Serling

It was Rod Serling that did it. Teri bought me those old Twilight Zones on DVD for Christmas, and I can’t… I find them almost too painful to watch. Because the first time I saw them, I was someone else entirely. I was eighteen, living

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Tonight I Dream Of Devil Reef

That night he shed his human skin and slipped beneath the waves, never to return. His life as a man was over. He swam for hours, days, that first night he met his brothers and sisters. It took no time at all to learn how

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Things Found on a Beach

It’s not complicated. At that age their eyes swivel in whichever direction he wants them to look. Heads turn. It doesn’t take much – just a little point and a little paint. At the end of the day they’re satisfied. Legs crisscrossed under them, great

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Late Night Snack of the Sea

It had been rough seas above, and I had come down to the ship’s kitchen for the strength-giving meat I’d need for next watch. Wind and rain and an empty stomach conspired to put me in a foul mood when I set eyes on the