Fifty Shades Of Relativism

Fifty Shades Of Relativism by J. Kuzmier --  photo by John B. at     

My dear readers, picture if you will, a rather grey misty day. The sun tries to peek out from behind the clouds. But alas, it fails miserably.   Read more….. »

Lie With Me

Lie With Me by J. Kuzmier --  photo by John B. at

I awaken to the morning as I usually do. At first, I’m deluded into thinking that everything is the same as it always has been, that I lie here alone. It’s a deceptive thing to tell myself, that nothing has changed from all the other days. Because everything isn’t the same, not at all. You are here lying next to me, propped up on your arm watching me. Your silhouette blocks the sun, making you the predominant presence in my vision, cutting through my illusion of solitude. No, your very presence tells me, nothing is the same anymore after last night.   Read more….. »

It Was A Flash

It was a Flash by J. Kuzmier --  photo by John B. at


Report #3: Memo to the free ones, if any are left, transmitted via short wave radio

This is an urgent message to any soul that still wishes to fight for humanity’s true freedom, after the disaster that took place only months ago. We the free ones are so few now, and it is so hard to determine enemy from friend. Therefore, this plea is one of desperation rather than one of patriotic zeal. For most of humanity has turned against us, corrupted as they have been by whatever enemy it is that has destroyed all but a few, in soul if not in body.   Read more….. »

Blinded By Tears

Blinded By Tears by J. Kuzmier --  photo by John B. at

I sit in the silence which pervades the room where I shared so much of my heart with you. I am in the living room of my house, the one I bought thinking we would grow old together in. But Death has dictated that this was not meant to be. Reality laughed at my plans, as though it regarded me as nothing but a fool. In the place where Death has taken you, can you remember this place as I do, or has your memory of me been robbed from you, along with your life?   Read more….. »

Hey There, Missy!

Hey There, Missy! by J. Kuzmier --  photo by John B. at

Spring, oh spring. It gives such promise to happy days, does it not? Fresh starts, new beginnings. That’s what Mr. Dale Gibson thought about sunny days in the spring. He always loved those kinds of days, for it brought out the best in him. Today was one of those days, he noted as he saw the sun out his window.   Read more….. »

From Dark To Darker

From Dark To Darker by J. Kuzmier --  photo by John B. at

I wake up, but I don’t know what time it is. I just know it must be day, because I can see the sun through my curtains. So I decide to turn on the lights, because I don’t want to open the curtains, but it’s too bright and hurts my eyes so I shut them off. It’s been like this since I got attacked, not knowing what time it is or what day it is, but I’m getting used to it and I don’t think I want to know anyway.   Read more….. »

She’s Ready Now Part 2

She’s Ready Now Part 2 by J. Kuzmier --  photo by John B. at

Read this story from his point of view — click to see    

The boardwalk is full of people today, just like it was five years ago when she last visited the place. Just like then, her heart pounds so hard she feels it throbbing in her throat. Back then, it was over a love that she was too afraid to express that led to a goodbye. Today, she hopes it’s because of a greeting that will lead to more. Back then, she wasn’t ready to fall in love. She’s ready now, or at least she thinks she is.   Read more….. »

Keeping Things Casual

Keeping Things Casual by J. Kuzmier --  photo by John B. at

After spending an entire Friday night into Saturday with Annalise in his bed, just like he had for the last four months, Greg was exhausted. The girl wore him out every time. He fell into a twilight state of drowsiness, the kind where he didn’t know for sure at any second if he was asleep or awake. But he could sense she wasn’t with him anymore, because his arms felt empty. Annalise was getting ready to leave, that meant. After four months, Greg had this pattern of hers memorized. Escape after the sex, so her conscience could pretend it never happened.   Read more….. »

There Is No Escape

There Is No Escape by J. Kuzmier --  photo by John B. at

Today I sit on a public bus. We are both waiting patiently together as it fills with passengers, brushing by me one by one. I’m glad to be sitting once more. I thought I had a day of freedom today, a day where the chains of illness were gone and I could break free of the confines of my sick room. The pretending I use to forget my pain almost won the battle by killing it for real, for good.   Read more….. »

Some Kind Of Meaning

Some Kind Of Meaning by J. Kuzmier --  photo by John B. at

Take a deep breath. The air is cold and crisp here, standing by the river’s edge. Yesterday, when the spill happened upriver, the air was warm. Breathe in again, while you can. There is change in the wind. Breathe out, and maybe now you have cast a prayer upon the heavens. For everything is different now. A new season will be arriving here, in this place.   Read more….. »

Have Mercy On Me

Have Mercy On Me by J. Kuzmier --  photo by John B. at

On this moonlit night, snowflakes fall in a synchronized dance to the ground here in the mountainside chalet. Everything is silent and still, except for the crackling of the fire. To most, it would be a perfect romantic setting for two. But not to Cheryl, even as she nestles deep into a leather couch.   Read more….. »

Shadow of the Maiden

Shadow of the Maiden by J. Kuzmier --  photo by John B. at

She stood at the side of the road by the bus stop, tapping her foot. Her dark eyes darted back and forth without stopping to rest, as though if they did, she would be caught off guard.

“Where is she? I hope I haven’t missed her,” she asked to whomever would hear, or no one.

There were five of us at the bus stop, five of us females who had been deposited by Trailways at a parking lot that posed as a bus depot in the day, and I suspected a hangout for teenagers at night. A diner was situated in the front of the building, frequented by people who didn’t give us any attention.   Read more….. »

Going Where the Wild Girls Go

Going Where the Wild Girls Go by J. Kuzmier --  photo by John B. at

The sun smiled its greeting, while a joyous summer breeze tickled Marie as she walked through the woods and up the hill she could never forget, towards its peak. Perfect climbing weather, much like that first time she came here, so long ago. Just like then, it compelled her to climb higher. So good to be here after all these years, she thought. She drank in all the smells of the earth, the way the sun glittered through the trees, the way the breath of the wind whispered upon her body. So good to be back.

Twenty minutes into the walk, she reached the summit of the hill she’d called the top of the world so long ago, taking a long drink of water from her thermos.   Read more….. »

Waiting for the Widowmaker

Waiting for the Widowmaker by J. Kuzmier --  photo by John B. at

He sits in a cell, the world he once knew severed out from under him. There is very little light here. He sees a crack in a wall. It provides a sliver of light, nothing more. It mocks him of what life could be, if only he were free once again. Gazing at the tease of light, he wonders about what has been taken from him.   Read more….. »

Nice Girls Always Smile

Nice Girls Always Smile by J. Kuzmier --  photo by John B. at

It was a really nice day when I went to the café to help Tina deal with meeting Rosemary. Unfortunately, a strong wind was blowing through the town. So despite the sun, it was cold. It felt nice to walk into the café, feeling the warmth wrapping me up like a blanket.

The aroma of coffee permeated the room, wafting over all the patrons like a spell. A cup of java always brings people together, it seems.   Read more….. »