Short Story – Sprockets and Springes

Jeshua Biscalvert

“My heart is with another.”

“Liar.”

“I don’t lie.” He squeezed his left hand, willing the ring there to swallow him up. Maybe he would upset his husband by crashing his day, but he would rather that than having to deal with another second of this.

“Who is this lover? How can she be fairer than I?”

“I never said they were,” he replied, not even able to feign his lover was a woman. He had known that Authur’s court with its mix of Roman Christianity and Puppillandian noblemen’s standards would be a ghoulish place to be for someone like him, but Electra had asked, and he couldn’t say no.

“You’re in love with a boy,” she hissed, her tone cruel and disgusted. She stepped away from him as though he were contagious. “My husband will have you executed for this!”

“I–” Jay tried to answer, but his lungs choked and suddenly, everything was gone.

Frankenstien’s Kryptonite

With every stitch, every time the needle pokes into one piece of rotting flesh and out the other, I grow ever closer to God himself. The hours spent combining each nerve, setting into place every bone, ever strand of muscle fiber, making sure the connection between sutures was as perfect as possible allowed for meContinue reading “Frankenstien’s Kryptonite”

Kinda Nervous

Andrew (sometimes Andy, but never Drew) looked into a mirror and adjusted a jean jacket. He liked how it filled out his shoulders, he liked the cut, he liked how it slimmed him out. He sucked in his gut and held a pose and bobbed his head with approval. Emma (Em to her friends) shiftedContinue reading “Kinda Nervous”