Robert Quick

To dream such dreams,

to banish despair with the conjured light of face and form,

drawn perfectly fr…

Naked, except for a blood-stained cloak that reeks of foreign piss, he sates himself on his minister…

Across a cultivated green, you can find him shambling and swaying like a drunken dotard,

surrounded …

Vexedly, I tapped the glass whose sloping walls warped and elongated the bookcases and fireplace of …

It had been fourteen days. The painting was gone and with it my heart. Authored by an amateur it had…

Devin hungered for conversation. That didn't happen much when he was around people. He tended to be …

October 14

Day five that Brent has woken up ravenous and exhausted. Officially it's day five. It's …

It's been raining for two days straight. No matter what I do I can't see how to stop what I started.…

Empress Melinda the IV ignored the cries of the man being dragged away by two guards. So few people …

“This is what you don't see.” Janine unpaused the recording and upped the contrast and tint until ev…

I pushed the beaded curtain aside and stepped through the front door. A little naked boy, perhaps si…

He was here now.

Fear wrapped cold hands around my arms and slid them up to caress the back of my n…

There was a cloud of agitated lightning bugs outside Mario's window swirling like embers in a firest…

I checked the hurt on my tongue. It was hard not to respond in kind, a struggle to not spit red-hot …

With shaking hands, I closed the book. It was heavier now, as if the paper had changed to iron while…