Wild Mind

thoughts of a chaotic soul

Fiction

  • Origin Story

    The child was very much alive. Abbess Mary Margaret, in her crouched position on the door stoop, pulled the white blanket down to the end...

  • Colorado Is Nice This Time of Year

    She knew Colorado would be cold this time of year. Big drifts of snow up on the passes. Too far into the season to find...

  • Keep Moving South

    The rain pounds outside. The sleet mixes in, bangs against the windows and tin roof, like an angry wolf attacking a helpless rabbit. It is...

  • Coffee and Complaining

    "I like my coffee black. You look like a young Helen Mirren. These are truths. They're facts," he said, pouring a cup of black coffee....

  • Caught Crossing the Wall

    Anya shifted in the steel chair, arched her back and tilted her head from one shoulder to the other. Her cheek burned and the taste...

  • In the Thin Blue Light

    The headaches were the worst part. Samantha felt the tightness around her head like a belt being ratcheted to the smallest hole. She knew she...

  • Interview with an Assassin

    They say that every good crime story has an inciting incident. Every criminal has a reason they became who they became. You know, like growing...

  • Death Wears a Yellow Sundress

    Death is coming for me. I can feel her in the curtain folds when I wake in the morning. She's behind the old sycamore trees...

  • Get a Move on Jane

    Jane—at least that's what she thought her name was for tonight; maybe it was Erica—slid through the crowded room, around gesticulating bodies wrapped up in...

  • First Job

    I wasn't always a software programmer. There was a time when I was actually employed by a publishing house. You've never heard of it, I...