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Schloss Dhaun castle Germany. Statue Prometheus of 1888 by Prof. Robert Cauer the Younger. Robert Cauer the Younger was son and pupil of Karl Cauer. In 1889 he was a portraitist in St. Louis.
June 9, 2023  |  By . In Fiction, Flash Fiction

Fiction: Lightbringer by Louis Richey

I have gone by many names. They called me Forethought, once. Then they called me Traitor, Creator, Lightbringer. I call myself Prometheus. Even I do not remember just how ancient I am. I lived before the gods, when we Titans ruled the heavens and the earth. One day, the gods emerged from the darkness, an […]

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June 5, 2023  |  By . In Fiction, Novellas

Fiction: Cheri Coke: Section Nine by James C. Stewart

I’d been standing in the midst of the mess on McQuillan Street, standing in Glenn Allan’s living room staring at his corpse, staring at the duffle. And in that nightmarish, swimmy, drunken moment I’d discarded caution and grabbed the handles. I’d scanned the room, turned, and left the house. Again, the image track faded. I […]

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May 29, 2023  |  By . In Fiction, Novellas, Uncategorized

Fiction: Cheri Coke: Section Eight by James C. Stewart

I went over the exchange while driving home. They obviously didn’t have anything, or I would have been arrested. Even if—and it was a considerable if— the witness (‘Snooper’s Society’ caused me to chuckle upon reflection) was able to describe the person in the truck, so what? What did they really have? A dark-haired individual […]

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May 23, 2023  |  By . In Fiction, Novellas

Fiction: Cheri Coke: Section Seven by James C. Stewart

I wasn’t. Without a word, I fled for the washroom. I regurgitated what little was in me into one of Yesterday’s toilets, then dry-heaved for a minute that felt like a lifetime. I splashed cold water on my face for the second time and ran wet hands through my hair. I met my own dark-circled […]

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