by E. A. Bourland | Oct 31, 2021
To the Honorable and Esteemed Monsters Under My Bed “To: The honorable and esteemed monsters under my bed “From: Boy “Greetings, Ferocities. “I dare the impertinence of addressing your toothy conventicle. I hear you down there, creaking,...
by E. A. Bourland | Jul 18, 2021
From a Series of Codices Painted on Deer-Skins, Which Were Found in the Forest “The woman stood over him. The flesh of her jaw had been torn away. He could not speak, but she knew his mind, and in a voice like a wind she commanded him to go deeper into the mountains...
by E. A. Bourland | May 17, 2021
The Chef of the Great Emperor Djoser “. . . a story of a master chef who remembered, nearly too late and at risk of his life, his passionate love for his wife.” Published by the Satirist, May 17,...
by E. A. Bourland | Dec 30, 2020
The Scent of a Goddess “The people’s new prosperity served to reinforce, rather than disperse, the sarcastic tone of their conversation. Having secured comfort, they had more time in which to tear each other with gibes. Observing this state of affairs, King Sarapis...
