2023 - Morgan Broadhead

Doing the Time

Sometimes the writing feels like throwing chunks of broken bricks into an abandoned lot. I pass by that lot every day, usually

I feel like I owe William Shatner, Gene Roddenberry, the entire cast of Star Trek, and Trekkies all around the world a

It’s weird to think Christmas is just around the corner. Only five weeks left, kids! You can feel it in the air,

I feel sorry for this trail horse. The bridle is rusty. That can’t taste good. The leathers are worn and cracked. I’m

“Of course, you have a choice, Mister Stephens, just like everyone who dies.” Stephens sat, or rather hovered, over a thickly padded

Five years doesn’t seem like a long time. If your kid just turned five, he probably hasn’t even started kindergarten yet. And

“The Dagger of al-Shaytān!” Jemisha jumped up and pointed. We had been enjoying a quiet evening and a glass of merlot. Maybe

The battlement walls have crumbled. The moat has been filled in and paved over. The flags, brightly colored and snapping in the

He gripped the steering wheel and drove along the dark two-lane, headlights on, his cruise control switched off. Ahead of him, single

Sweat dripped off Malcolm’s forehead. Tears blurred his vision. Saliva coated his throat like hot tar. “You like that, Agent Kinnison?” The

Jamari was soaked. The mossy rock hadn’t felt slick when he tested it before crossing. But like everything else in this forest,

Signs were everywhere as he coasted into the gas station. On his dashboard, a yellow Low Fuel light next to the orange

“I don’t want you to kiss me,” the toad said, and gave a little croak. Despite his insistence, the princess held onto

Listen to the sound ofThe dripping of water,Etching the face of the rock.Changes through time and Eons of history,Spinning the hands of

“Where are they all going, dad?” I capped my binoculars, and she zipped them back into my pack. “To their deaths,” I