Category: Fiction
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The Ballad of Lacie O’Malley
On the subject of spiders and sexual pleasure. © Johannes Evans 2019 This poem is very silly, but just a warning for sexual content and arachnophobia. Originally written 2017. Here I’ll tell you the tale of a woman named Lacie, Though now I shall warn you: the tale will be racy, Abandon hope, all ye who enter here, And…
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The Door
They forgot about the door, somehow. Photo by Enzo B, taken 2019. Source. Originally posted in a Tweet thread. They forgot about the door, somehow. When they moved into the house, it had been fascinating: a full-sized door between Dad’s room and Kelly’s, a door that would not open. For weeks, the girls rifled in the backs…
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Duty & Love
A would-be king seeks to take his throne. There once was an island nation. On the island, the water was clean and clear, and flowed freely from the springs; fishing boats always came back with full hauls; the people were happy, and healthy. Once, they had had a king. It had been some centuries since a…
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The Coffin At Sea
A vessel picks up a coffin afloat at sea. Image credit to Jim Beaudoin 2008. Source. Originally posted in a Tweet thread. A vessel picks up a coffin afloat at sea. It’s heavy, and the captain orders that they open it to see if there are any identifying features, so they know to whom they should return…
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The Dragon’s Treasure
An ex-knight, getting on in years, makes a dangerous annual pilgrimage. Image from Pixabay. “Oh,” Mariela said softly when she rolled over in bed, and saw Gerta on her feet. Standing in the centre of their small bedroom, Gerta had already pulled her chain on over her head, and was now in the process of fastening…
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Short Story: Winter’s Secret
© Johannes Evans 2019 The tree boughs were covered over with snow, the blanket of it thick and heavy on the ground. Frost had made all the statues even prettier, and the frozen pond left the house’s children laughing as they slid across it. She was dusting in one of the attic rooms, doing her duty,…
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Walking Home
© Johannes Evans 2019 She’d never thought anything could be more romantic than their dates together. On Valentine’s, they tended to go all out, tended to buy champagne and chocolate and flowers and such for each other. They were a sentimental couple: each of them bought gifts and flowers for the other regularly. It made for…
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The Clockmaker
© Johannes Evans 2019 The grind and creak of mismatched gears was palpable on the air. It wasn’t loud, not by any stretch of the word, and yet he heard it very clearly, felt it even. He could almost feel that unpleasant sound, as though it were such an awful utterance that it should reverberate through…