E. Michael Bablin We’re halfway home and I can’t stop watching the rainbow in the rearview. It’s all I want to look at, even though I’m the one driving and Bro is in the passenger seat scrolling through his phone, reading out loud some TikTok drama and then lapsing into silence so the car fillsContinue reading “Chasing Rainbows”
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Searching for the great Zuby
Searching for the great Zuby by E. Micheal Bablin We swept into the party in a gust of half-melted snow and enthusiasm, the air still thick with the rumors we’d trailed behind us—dumb, persistent, alive. Even before I’d kicked the slush from my boots, a stranger in a frightened yellow sweater leaned across the jammedContinue reading “Searching for the great Zuby”
Chapter 4: The Princess’s Journey
They had sworn an oath, the protectors, an alliance forged not from trust but necessity—to guard the princess, who was now Empress of the Warrasua. She would travel by proxy and by fate alone; her future settled by signatures, her name now Argonne. She was only fourteen, Princess of the First League, selected for aContinue reading “Chapter 4: The Princess’s Journey”
the third way
By E Micheal Bablin c2025 There are those people who write novels in this world to become famous and make money, bestseller-list types who stalk the market and trend like wolves, noses twitching for the next fix of relevance, casting their prose as bait for film options. Their faces, you see, float on the backsContinue reading “the third way”
I was there at the fall of Byzantium. By E. Michael. Bablin
I was there at the fall of Byzantium. By E. Michael. Bablin I was there at the fall of Byzantium. It was the great House—the only home I knew—and I grew up in it. I remember the kittens in the yard, the beautiful spring days gathering, dandelions, and violet flowers, Sunday dinners, and Grandpa andContinue reading “I was there at the fall of Byzantium. By E. Michael. Bablin”
The Old Elm Tree of Clizbe Avenue
Ah…. That 1962 sunshine, radiant and warm, poured down from a sky so blue it seemed limitless. Captured in a snapshot, it was a memory of light pressing against the edges of that moment. There was a hint of a lazy afternoon, with shadows stretching languidly across the grass, and the air carrying the scentContinue reading “The Old Elm Tree of Clizbe Avenue”
concert in the car.
#6 Billy’s eyes are closed as he drives, his body moving with fluidity and grace as he conducts the invisible orchestra. Billy’s eyes are closed, but his facial expression is one of pure bliss. His body sways and moves in fluid motions, almost like he is dancing in his seat. Billy’s body sways and movesContinue reading “concert in the car.”
8 February snow
By the time you get to February, you’re sick of winter. You think of red hearts, valentines, and presidents of the United States, but you’re still in February, and it’s all cold and snow. The Earth is sleeping. Everyone seems to be sleeping; even when they’re walking and talking and walking around very carefully soContinue reading “8 February snow”
