"Of Rats and Men . . . "
I am a rat, born in the Year of the Rat, and I’m not going to take the indignity any more. You don’t hear the Chinese people singing the praises of “mice”, and…
Buried Alive
The floor was a seething carpet of coagulated rat flesh. Each rat attached to its neighbors but writhing and squirming independently. Some gnashed wicked teeth…
The Last Acrobats
The tattered tent stands on the hill, silhouetted by the full moon. The breeze twists the torn and shredded remnants of a pennant, which once read CIRCUS…
Tunnel
I opened the trap door and turned on my flashlight, aiming the beam into the swallowing darkness. A faint dust drifted through the light as I stepped down the…