Tag Archive | B.E. Scully

The Child in the Cradle-Grave; or, If Hans Christian Andersen Had Been a Twisted Type Like Me

“The woman’s grief had almost become perverse determination by now—not to have a child to raise and love, so much, but simply to have one that did not either destroy her or die.” Ah, children, the joy of one’s life. And yet. One old woman, alone for many years in the forest of her own […]

The First and (Maybe) Last Ride of Dan’s Death-Defying Death Car

The First and (Maybe) Last Ride of Dan’s Death-Defying Death Car

“Some of the corpses were out in the open and some were hidden where only the locals could find them. But every town had one, at least every town between the stretch of Highway 26 that started at Hillsdale in the south and ended at Crescent in the north. Broken skeletons bleaching in the sun, […]

The Tower of Together

Water is epic. Born in water, made of water, dependent upon it yet unable to live freely in it, drawn toward it, mesmerized, yet wary, even terrified, powerlessness in power. Water is primal, essential…epic. In its own way, so is adolescence, that tsunami stage of life where one is pulled out to sea, pulled under, […]

The Son Who Shattered His Father’s Dream

“Maybe I dreamed too much,” was all that Mohanlal could say. “No, dad. Maybe you just dreamed the wrong dream,” was all that his son could reply. Parents always want the best for their children. But what if “the best” ends up being the absolute worst thing any parent could imagine? My short story “The […]

Vampires Are Us

“Vampires let us play with death and the issue of mortality. They let us ponder what it would mean to be truly long lived. Would the long view allow us to see the world differently, imagine social structures differently? Would it increase or decrease our reverence for the planet? Vampires allow us to ask questions […]