Steel Blade

Opening the silverware draw, I stare down at the large variety of silvery knives. Some are dull and useless, while others shine dangerously. Finally I find one that’s perfect. Its wooden handle proudly displays a long piece of steel, sharpened to perfection. I touch its ridged edge and a small tremor of pain shoots through… Continue reading Steel Blade

Not Quite Kafka – A Different Sort of Metamorphosis

First draft of a story I’m working on. Feedback would be appreciated. – Jason irrelevant@apexmail.com ——————– (presently untitled) Roger only wanted to wash the dishes quickly and move on to find some more amusing diversion. His quiet cube of an apartment, with sickly yellow walls and cracked off-white tiles, was depressing him on this unremarkable… Continue reading Not Quite Kafka – A Different Sort of Metamorphosis