B. Morris Allen

The shop is empty, floor dusty, windows shuttered. A trail in the dust marks a path to the back wall, where the proprietor stands with...

“It can’t be stolen.” The big man shook his head, and swallowed the last of his juice. He pointed at the empty cup, and from...

There is a black thorn bush up on the hill, where the slope is too steep to farm, and too bare for deer. The branches...

Once upon a time, winter was cold. Not cold like it is now, but really cold. So cold that your breath would freeze as soon...

There is only one way into paradise. It enters a valley that is wide and high, ringed about by cliffs and ridges and, at the...

Commuters trickled slowly into the subway station across the street, the detritus of industry’s great machine as it patiently wore away life to leave behind...

The dragon was old. Old and tired, and a little bitter. Oh, it was well enough for a young dragon to talk about ‘later’, when...

Gather around, children, and I’ll tell you a tale of beginnings, and of ends, and means. This is a story of the early days, when...