Prose

Multitasking by Sarah Oas

The soft whisper of shoes on concrete. A whistle of wind, the sounds of my breathing, faster than it should have been. It was dark, but my eyes were adjusted, and I could see like a cat. I could see lights ahead, and hear the […]

Out of the Frying Pan by David Roemhildt

Out of the Frying Pan by David Roemhildt

“Right this way, Mister Braune.  Lord Lucifer will see you now.”  I looked up from the outdated copy of People magazine I had been perusing to meet the smouldering sockets of the scaley receptionist sitting behind the large, lacquered desk.  His weird tongue kept flitting […]