Terminus' published ficlets
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The Chasm
The air crackled with the advent of the day’s heat, and his pained moan would have gone unheard if not for the amazing quanti…
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The Bus
The bus clamored around him, filled by the noises of children, playing and crying, of mothers and fathers, laughing and scold…
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South
Spiced eddies twisted as he swirled the red coffee straws, their aroma rising to his nostrils and creeping into his mind to s…
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Seeing that they did not understand...
, the storyteller explained it to them.
“The first man is forgetfulness,” he said. “Although he hoped, he got distracted in t… -
The Man
One wintry day a man found something that looked like a seed lying on the ground. He remembered all the beautiful plants he h…
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The Professor
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The indian
Five feet eight inches, 260lbs, he’s a Cheyenne man leaning on the bar at the coffee shop every morning. He looks over at me,...
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Life, as we know it
Tom stumbled as he came out of the dining hall, raising his arms for balance.
_I’ve got to study for my chemistry test this …
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A nordic morning
His breath percolated from his nostrils, leaving ice crystals on his beard and a cold residue on the scarf perched below his …
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Deeper Than Words
She looked at me, but her stare had fled. Motionless once more, her face was still carved as though from maple or cherry. I s…
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Questions
His days fill with slow yearnings and then, despite the manuscripts and many cups of coffee, he wonders at his seemingly perm…
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A neotropical vignette
As she leaned forward to refill her mug of cabernet, her chair rocked down to crush an ant and frighten a lizard. She leaned …
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Maybe If
I was thinking the other day,
When a woman steals my heart,
She’s not a woman, but a girlI’ve never heard,
“I met the cutes…
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