Dinner for One

I rest my tired shoulders against the cold brick wall, hold my lighted cigarette up to the dusty sky, and exhale my worries. People say that small restaurants have a family feel. All the small talk makes it cozy, but it’s only small talk, I say.

The real important conversations, the one about choices, the one about passions, have escaped me. You didn’t think I wanted to work at some small restaurant as some small-minded cook, did you? Not my fault if she died, not my fault. I bring the cigarette to my lips, stealing one last kiss. Ironic, how I can still cook for others, yet I am living off of stolen breath.

“Jonas,” Somebody calls my name.

A door is opened and steam rushes out. They don’t see me, even as ash falls from the glowing end of the cigarette. They have blocked me out behind the door. When I am satisfied with how they call for me, I will return. For now.

I think I’ll stay a while longer.


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Once There was Life – START READING

Cecil is a survivor of a destructive society where people either care only for themselves or have chosen not to feel at all. They tried to take away his feelings too, but even after the modifications, the immortality, and the perfection offered, he wanted to care more. Now having escaped back into the city, Cecil struggles to understand what he wanted to accomplish. Along the way, he meets a girl who believes that there is something better outside the city walls and wants him to tell her the truth. Will they learn the reason why humanity has become so trapped?


The Tower of Beginnings


“Hey, Nyomi.”

When she pulled away from the long golden eyepiece of the telescope, the world pulled back to the small tower study and the glittering darkness of the sky pressing against the tall window.

The one that had called out was the small black cat dangling in a suspended planter with one paw over the edge, his eyes heavy with boredom.

“Do you think he will come back?”

“Kino. I thought you were going to work on useful riddles for the hero of dawn.”

“I know. I was, but what’s the point if there is nobody to hear my lame advice. And Sir Sorvia laughed the best. Remember when he knocked over that whole pile of books there or when he forgot his magic charm and we had to open a rift to give it back. Can’t we just call him?”

She returned to the open book on her table where a planet swirled of magic purple ink and flipped to the next page which was empty.

“Sorvia went home,” Nyomi said sadly.

“But…how can you be sure. You never saw where he went. The portal could have gone anywhere.”

“He wanted to go home. The portal inscription says it will send them home so it’s better to believe he got to where he wanted. Besides, it’s not like I didn’t try before. My hand won’t go through a portal. Just like how we cannot leave this tower.”

“So now you’re looking for this dawn hero instead. A new request, a new hero, right?”

“No. It’s time I play the princess.”


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Hush, You Devils


“No listen. Did you hear about Anna’s boyfriend?”

“The blond one.”

“The one who dresses up.”

“So funny.”


“Do you think he wears those all the time?”

They laughed.

A book clapped shut.

“Students,” came the familiar voice, “Do be quiet in the library.”

“I told you we should hush.”

“Forget it. She’s just the librarian.”

“A timid nerd.”

“A nerd. Like Anna’s boyfriend.”

“We shouldn’t talk about this.”

“Oh, who cares.”

“The librarian is right over there.”

“What can she do? She’s going to act nice no matter what. That’s her job.”

“I’m going to get my textbooks for the next class.”


“You know what. I’m going to hang out with Anna. You guys aren’t worth it.”

“Loser. Walk away loser.”

“So Anna… hey what happened to the lights.”

My. Aren’t you devilish children.”



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Did you ever hear about what lives in the river?

Which river?

You know. The one where old guys like to fish and where a kid disappeared last fall.

He didn’t disappear.

No. Then where did he go?

To the city.

Is that what they told you.


Heh. Funny story, but not quite true. Jim was at the river.


Kids like to swim.

Not by themselves.

You caught me there. The water was getting too cold.

Then what.

A fish. He went to feed a fish.

Like with bread?

Jim told me on the day I saw him sneaking off with his lunches, that a poor cat lived down at the bank.

Then it was a cat.

A cat would have been nice. It was a fish. Maybe you’re too young to understand.

Not true.

Sorry. Just, it’s not a nice story.

Come on.

Well, Every Tuesday Jim went down to the bank with his sandwich, feeding this thing. Let’s call it that. This thing that I happened to spot when I snuck over. It was the most, well she was the most beautiful lady I ever saw. One arm was holding her to the bank while the other delicately held a jelly sandwich ready to drip into her mouth. Like a fancy swimmer she was. She was gorgeously bare breasted. Glistening she was. A genuine mermaid that be eating a sandwich.

A what?

A mermaid. A sea which. So beautiful and tempting. Oh, I would have gone back there too, but Jim and her were having a moment. His lips were getting awfully close to hers.


But alas. That sweet lady did put a hand around Jim’s slender waist and slid him closer still. Until she pulled poor Jim right down under. And we never got him back.


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An End of Innocence

The girl sat in a chair up in the castle tower, her back held straight, her hands folded neatly on her lap, hugging the ring to her finger. Around her lay all the beautiful dresses, a silver evening gown with gold sequins, a sapphire dress that had as many folds as the ocean, a deep scarlet robe that shifted its color like a living flame. Tonight she wore only a simple white nightdress. Yet even this garment made visible an unearthly beauty. First to be noticed were the long strands of dark hair almost sweeping the floor, she had grown her hair long since her grandmother left. Then there were her eyes, always looking ahead, searching for the answer in the stars, dark eyes that threatened to drown the universe. Tonight was the worst of all the nights. She had sat staring out the window, at the stars above, wishing for someone to show her the way out of the tower. She did not want to become an adult anymore. Adults became untruthful and they forgot what was important.


Inspired by the story The Princess and the Goblin

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