Prose 1

Sündrus, Kufran Empire Esha scratched at the bug bite on her arm until it bled. Pink welts blossomed on her exposed flesh. “How much farther,” she whined, despite the curiosity that kept her moving. She'd never been this far outside of walls of Somarsend. “Just a little more,” Cassian said. Her brother held back a...

Welcome to NiccNacks

Or knickknacks about Nic. This isn't a lifestyle blog, because I'm not sure my life has a style. And if it does, God forbid the rest of you are exposed. This is just a life blog. My life as Nic. Whatever that means. My brain is full of bits and pieces of half-baked nonsense that...

On “Prose” and “Essays”:

The academic in me is showing with this title. Now, I must think rather highly of myself to call one of these sections "essays" ... right? If I'm being honest, I don't think anything I say is worth calling an essay, at least not compared to an Emerson or Vonnegut piece. What I do know...