Writer's Block Magazine

The Elf in the Machine By Casper Rudolph ONE I’m sitting beside her on the couch in our living room, and we’re drinking our evening tea. “In the dream,” I tell her, “I was a child. I plucked a rose on an open plain at sunset, and watched it wither as the sun went down.…

Armadillo by Frumingo Diaterdag The sky stretched long over the prairie in a cloudless blue. Heat hung shimmering over the asphalt, and the air was filled with the smell of molten rubber. Twenty-yard skid marks led up to the wheels of a tarnished brown Camino, smoke gushing from the hood. The front of the car…