My Little Girl – The Process

My Little Girl is story number forty-four in the #52ShortStories challenge. **SPOILERS BELOW. If you have not read the story and want to be (hopefully) surprised, come back to this when you’re done.**

Be Kind

Be Kind by Phillip McCollum Be kind. Tenet number one in the Book of Stanton. For ten years, it had been etched into the pathways running between Ernie Bowen’s amygdala and hippocampus. He’d spent the better part of two decades bouncing at bars and nightclubs all over the Western Confederation, finding success and salvation in the commandments set forth by …

Branded

Branded by Phillip McCollum Though his belly touched the sand, his face was turned slightly up, facing west–the direction of home. Yellow pus streamed from the corner of his left eye onto the bridge of his narrow nose, leaving a noxious stench. Flies buzzed in circles over his open mouth. And then there was the maroon-stained hole punched clean between …

Hello, Nice to Destroy You

Hello, Nice to Destroy You by Phillip McCollum December 23, 1964 Pamban Island, India It was eleven p.m. on the last train to Dhanushkodi. For the past twenty hours, I had done everything but sleep during the long ride, despite spending most of what was left of my money on a compartment of my own. My mind refused the luxury …

Your Punching Privileges Have Been Revoked

Your Punching Privileges Have Been Revoked by Phillip McCollum Yeah, the vaseline helps a little, though that’s mainly so the skin don’t break when the guy gets in a lucky scrape, with his red leather glove rubbing against my almost equally leathered face. It seems to be happening more and more lately. The sweat always manages to get in the …

Out of the Picture

Out of the Picture by Phillip McCollum The tones were sepia, but Sylvia would have bet all of last year’s investment returns that the man’s eyes were a turquoise blue. Beneath the edges of his army side cap, she could see his coarse hair, cut short. Thin lips stretched around a toothy smile.  He also bore the familiar sliver of …

The Owl His Anthem

The Owl His Anthem by Phillip McCollum Ernie smiled at the pinhole patterns on the drop ceiling and if he squinted just right, he could see at least six faces smiling back. A hint of bluish moonlight streaming through the tiny barred window put all of the shadows in the right places. Two of the faces were long and gregarious, …

Angus Bumblebee Costume
Angus Bumblebee Costume

Superhero Mode, Engage

Starting today, I have ten weeks left in which to finish fifteen stories if I hope to meet the goal I set on July 31st of 2017. Whether it’s fighting sickness, familial and work obligations, or general lethargy, the enemy is around every corner (I feel a little out of sorts referring to family as the enemy, but the writing …