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Copal, Copal

Copal, Copal

by | Jan 20, 2026 | S, Short Story, Stephen Myer

On the desolate plains of Montecito, my brother lay suffering from a gruesome disease. The oozing abscesses on his swollen flesh had long since turned purple. His body writhed upon soiled, crumpled sheets in the disorder of his own making. After weeks—perhaps months,...
Transformation

Transformation

by | Dec 5, 2024 | S, Short Story, Stephen Myer

I speak to my psychology professor concerning the rash of suicides. “Yes, I’ve read about it,” he says. “Not to worry. It is a series of coincidences. Things go badly for a while and then they change. There is nothing you can do about it.” +++++“It seems more like a...
Martin, Redux

Martin, Redux

by | Jul 16, 2023 | S, Short Story, Stephen Myer

Three kills in a day. A month ago, a week? Memory stumbles running from conscience. Back then, Nausea wrapped her stench around me as the Wolf loped in my brain like a troupe of vicious ballerinas. Maybe the little demons have found a new stage, and Nausea a new...
The L-Shaped Cafe

The L-Shaped Cafe

by | Sep 25, 2022 | S, Short Story, Stephen Myer

The old man’s skin is pale in the flickering light, the texture of worn parchment. Dark glasses turn his wrinkled face into that of a desiccated bug. His body seems like it could crumble at any moment from the shaking of the train. If not for the furry tufts pulsing...