by Pat Bove | Jan 24, 2025 | A Short Story
I remember the day I heard the news. “A cure! Hope returns!” It was the headline plastered around the world. I swore when I came back from Europe after the Second World War I’d never kill another man again. Even if it meant my own death. I’d let them kill me. I had no...
by Pat Bove | Jan 24, 2025 | A Short Story
I sat in a dark room facing a video camera. I asked them to put one out so I wouldn’t have to repeat myself. Two agents that were once heroes for show in the gladiator games sat across from me. They never introduced themselves, but I recalled their faces. Their smug...
by Pat Bove | Jan 23, 2025 | A Short Story
“It’s about damn time,” I said as I opened the top left drawer of my desk and slid the glass lid back. I plucked two cigars—the good ones from the far back. “It’s the small things that make life enjoyable,” I cut my cigar and sat. “Like a humidifier built right into...
by Pat Bove | Jan 23, 2025 | A Short Story
“Valhalla, NY,” I say in a rush. “Isn’t that really far?” the girl sitting shotgun prods her phone for answers—“still no fucking signal!” “Anyone know someone closer—I’m all ears!” I hit a hard offramp exiting the 287, whipping around the full loop to cross over on...
by Pat Bove | Jan 21, 2025 | A Short Story
A glass pane covered in runes the Knight did not understand separated him and the corpse of the slain Demon King—runes that Valôr first mistook for the usual glyphs of dark sorcery, yet they glowed with an odd symmetry. The Wyrd Interlude: In a Wyrd Realm of steel and...
by Pat Bove | Jan 19, 2025 | A Short Story
King Caidan was not an indecisive man. From a young age, he showed confidence that his two older brothers lacked. When he was twelve, his father, King Harold, was assassinated by the court jester. The sound of hushed whispers filled the court as the jester, his...
