“I can’t bloody believe this Quinn…” David kept fluttering his fingers, his hands clammy as he paced in the room. Water seeped in from the ceiling in the corner, the smell of mildew thick on the air as the incessant drip, drip, drip echoed like a distant drummer. Their whole lives, they’d lived like this. A trailer,Continue reading “‘Slight’ of Hand”
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Excerpt of “Lazarus”
I have been working the last week on wrapping up my short story ‘Lazarus’ which is the final piece in my short story collection before editing. It has been a rewarding project, acting as a counterweight to my main novel project and giving me an outlet when I need to check my brain out onContinue reading “Excerpt of “Lazarus””
“Das Letzte Wort; or, The Final Word”
I walked into my office, feeling low after the university board’s harsh criticism. Who the fuck did they think they were to judge me? Was I not one of the premier literary critics in Berlin? Did they actually think they knew better than me? “Ficken Bastarde.” I slammed my briefcase onto my desk, sending aContinue reading ““Das Letzte Wort; or, The Final Word””
“Ghosts”
It is amazing how a walk through a particular location can inspire a story. Just a few days ago, I visited Fort Pickens in Florida and was struck by this fortress. Touching the walls, I kept thinking of what must have been felt and experienced here over the years, leading to my mental wheels spinningContinue reading ““Ghosts””
“Stardust”
“What should we do for dinner tonight?” “Hmm, I’m not sure.” Every night they had the same conversation, the parley of the day. It’s not that they fought regularly, far from it, but marriage is a perpetual state of give and take, someone always deferring to the other. In this instance, Shane usually extended theContinue reading ““Stardust””
“A Dream of Innocence”
He ran down the uneven lane; beautiful archways and renaissance style porticos surrounding him in a panorama of splendor. The city was perfect; Ancient Rome meets 15th century Florence. It was home. It was safety. A rumble. A flash. Darkness. The boy lifted his face off the cobblestones. White spots, like stars, dancedContinue reading ““A Dream of Innocence””
Chris Kauzlarich 