Tuesday, 16 January 2018

A Fresh Start

Hot water fogged up the shower’s glass, obscuring the feminine figure behind it. She sighed, craning her neck as rivulets ran down her chest. She grabbed the soap and vigorously lathered. 

Suds met blood too tenacious for water alone. She scrubbed her skin, knowing she’d have to bleach the tub. The floors. The walls. Maybe tear up the carpet. Replace it.

Not that it mattered.

The house was hers now.

But it might prove suspicious to do the “renovations” anytime too soon. She’d just have to be thorough until the coast was clear.

Her muscles eased under the spray of water. She had been so tense. Feral. She launched at him in a craze, her hand rising and falling with the knife. It felt like a fever dream. 

But it had happened. 

He was shocked she did something this time. This would be her last black eye. Still, she’d rather not be charged. She wasn’t getting manslaughter because she fought back for once! No. This was her fresh start. He simply “left” her. Vanished. Men did it all the time. 

Even though his body was currently slumped over downstairs.




She started, then wiped the fogged glass. Heart racing, she reminded herself dead men couldn’t walk.
But what she saw proved otherwise. 

Hey, everyone! This story is also posted at Musae Mosaic Online Literary Magazine! Feel free to check it out there and read some work from other talented authors.

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Sunday, 14 January 2018

A Wheel of Fortune

Author J.D. Estrada’s poetry book, Roulette of Rhymes, is a delight. His fiction (Only Human, Shadow of a Human) weaves dreamlike prose with grindhouse grit. It shouldn’t be a surprise, then, that his poetry has more of the same, but is accentuated by the freedom of verse.

There are gentle musings within, such as with “The Elephant,” bringing to life an idiom that instead of awkwardly enduring a room, decides to forge its own path heavenward. “Brewed to perfection” is an ode to coffee just about every one of us can not only enjoy, but relate to as we partake in the daily grind. Meanwhile the simplicity of a “Fortune cookie” is met with a striking poignancy when it comes to what’s within.

But perhaps the standouts for me are “The Fool’s Journey” and “The Madness of Jonathan J. George.” The former is the Fool’s shuffle through the tarot deck as he passes each card in the Major Arcana. It’s fantastically fun, and as someone who reads tarot, I enjoyed the nod to the artistry of the cards. The latter is an 800-line epic. It’s a real, raw, and honest look at life itself. Or rather, of living our lives. The poem may be about Jonathan J. George, but it’s truly a tale anyone of us can slip inside and be the hero of.

Turning the pages of Roulette of Rhymes is like taking a spin at the table, never knowing if you’ll land on whimsy or the darkness of reality.

Perhaps even both at once if you’re lucky.

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Friday, 29 December 2017

Sir Snugglemuffins

The shadows in the dark room danced across the ceiling. Danny squeezed his teddy bear, Sir Snugglemuffins, tight. He hated going to bed. His room was more than just scary, it was alive. But his parents didn’t believe him.

            Thank goodness he had his bear.

“Heeeey, Danny.”

The little boy stiffened at the voice. It was coming from behind the closed closet door. The handle of said door turned slowly, and it opened a crack with the haunting creak of unoiled hinges. Two yellow eyes stared back at him.

“Danny.” A clawed hand slid out, grasping the door. “Come here.”

Danny shook his head.

“You’ll come here,” it said, pushing the door open a little bit more, “or I’ll go there.”
Suddenly, Sir Snugglemuffins’ head snapped the creature’s way. He pulled himself upright. “Get out of here, asshole!”

The closet door stopped creeping open. The bright eyes behind it blinked.

“You want some company in there, huh?” Sir Snugglemuffins continued. “You make me get off this bed, you’ll have my foot up your ass! How’s that for company?”

The door abruptly slammed shut.

The bear scoffed, settling back into Danny’s arms. “That’s what I thought.”

Danny kissed the bear on the head. “I love you, Sir Snugglemuffins.”

“Yeah. I love you, too, kid.”

Hey, everyone. Wrote this for Musae Mosaic Magazine. Decided it was time to place it here. Took me long enough.

I do not own that image. Begemott does. I admit, their bear is far cuter than Sir Snugglemuffins, who is a little rough around the edges, to say the least ;)