The ad said: Live-in help wanted. Daily light cleaning, three-meal cooking, and grounds upkeep. Will provide room and board. There was no address because it was in the middle of a forest where no streets ran. But everyone knew where the prince lived, and it was he who put out the advertisement. René swiped the …
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The Crime
This red-head can see into my soul; through the flesh and bone. She knows what I’ve done. The guilt audibly churns my stomach. The screeching wheels of the subway are louder, so only I am aware of how uncomfortable I am. The red-head knows, too. I try to pin my eyes to an object outside …
Imhotep: That’s Life For Ya
The spirits of Egyptian past swirled around Imhotep. He gagged on the dust that consumed him like a heavy morning fog. Sheesh, when was the last time these guys used lotion? He swatted at the dusty spirits like flies, but they continued to harass the immortal priest. Imhotep was twisted and pulled like a Bop-It …
Lucy
Lucy Furr sat outside the principal's office awaiting her third scolding of the week. This time it was for turning Vara Chiel's milk into goat's blood. She swung her dangling legs back and forth with her hands squished under her thighs, staring blissfully at a far corner where the sterile white walls met the ceiling. …
Help From Stolas
From the back of the classroom, Quincy could see everyone was hard at work filling in the bubbles on their test rosters. He looked at his scarce bubbles and regretted attending Halloween parties instead of studying. He read and reread the questions in his test booklet but nothing was sounding familiar. He reached a point …
Iya Agba
The Eyo Masquerade is a sight to behold. Men covered in white cloth down to their feet with wide-brimmed hats atop their veiled heads walk and dance down streets taking a specific route before being allowed to go anywhere of their choosing. They can walk as far and long as permitted by their feet. Music …
That Tuesday
The calendar showed it was Tuesday. Carissa sighed as she stared at the cityscape that hung above the dates. For a moment she was no longer in her cubicle but in New York. She had been there several times as a kid and teenager and absolutely loved it. The crowd was the most eclectic she’d …
The Battle of San Marcus
The sun was high, the air was calm, and the street was quiet. The stage was set for a long-awaited battle. This would be no ordinary battle. There would be no weapons – at least not in the traditional sense – nor would there be any armor. This was to be a good ol’ fashion …
Short Stories For the Strange and Unusual 