Author: Inklings Literary Magazine

Before I Wake The pitter patter of little feetecho down hallways and carpeted stepssmall voices filled with heliumwhine and squeak as little handspull and tug my pant bottomspropelling me forward. My brothergreets me in the kitchen and apologizesFor their behavior. Their cheeks turninto upward crescent moonswhile latching onto my legs. read us a story. please. [...]

Az-Tarug shouldered his battle axe suddenly rushed forward, past his two comrades, an elf and a human. The Cornarian soldiers before him seemed to jump in surprise as Az-Tarug grabbed one and simply pushed him off the pier. Whirling around, the Half-Orc did the same to the other hapless soldier. With a cry of alarm, [...]

I do not want to be a good Catholic. Not now, not at first. It isn’t that I love my own wickedness; I’ve read enough Graham Greene to know that my sin isn’t all that spectacular: it’s the same petty, unoriginal shit that a thousand priests have heard ten thousand of us confess time and [...]

I stirred the pot of delicious golden pasta. It was cathartic in a mindless, zoning-out way. I did not have to concentrate hard to stir pasta. My mother and fiancée stood next to me, each looking at what I was making.  “Mac-n-cheese babe?” Mik, my fiancée asked.  “Of course,” I smiled, “this is the best [...]

His name is Edwin and I bent his right wing the wrong way by accident and now he looks nothing like the picture but Edwin doesn’t seem to mind because he’s a flightless bird and what do they need wings for anyway except to swim but Edwin’s made of paper and has a healthy fear [...]