C.I. Koverty

“Light on the Horizon” by C.I. Koverty

Michael Rook never played well with others. Growing up, every adult he had the misfortune of crossing uttered the same words to his parents. The same disparaging gossip which would act as a self-fulfilling prophet well into his adulthood. Truthfully, they were not incorrect. He did not work well with others, he only worked well with his own kind. Kindred spirits who hoped his hopes and dreamt his dreams, those who society wrote off or worse. Imprisoned, medicated, forgotten or destroyed. Either way, he and his close group of friends did not ...

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“Moth to the Flame” by C.I. Koverty

The wood cabin held the scent of a dark and gruesome past firmly in its knotted grip, washing nostalgic memories over Oliver as he paced the length of the small, single-roomed structure in the deepest of forests. Twined with the plastic sheets lining the walls, floor, and ceiling, the aromatic mixture ripped him from the present to simpler times, to days when he and his Father would take their annual trip to the cabin, days they could never relive. “Please….let me go.” Oliver stopped his ritualistic movement, his eyes creeping to the corne...

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“Killing Tim(e)” by C.I. Koverty

Submitted to Contest #78

Tim struggled to open his eyes, both eyelids weighed down by an unfamiliar heaviness that was present throughout the whole of his person. Numbness was the prevalent sensation, or lack thereof, as bit by bit his appendages tingled and joined him in the starkly dark room. Mind awakening, wits sharpening, he rolled his flopping head around to scan the abyss around him. The only light shone down upon him aggressively in the center of the room, where he sat on a wooden chair without a shred of clothing upon his pasty flesh. Movement was deterred ...

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“Running Late” by C.I. Koverty

Submitted to Contest #78

Instrumental music slammed through the silence of the holding cells, shattering the illusion of peaceful calm and announcing the arrival of the Queen. Bodies stirred within a dozen rooms, separated by bars and fear. The frenzied individuals shuffled through the dark, throwing on their identical outfits and emitting similar whimpers as they struggled to beat the blaring trumpets and aggressive piano notes to their conclusion. The Queen abhorred tardiness, lateness, and any variation of dilly-dallying. Those within her care knew that best of a...

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“Nothing but White” by C.I. Koverty

Submitted to Contest #77

Nothing but white.  Every direction Orna turned, all that she saw was an endless emptiness devoid of color or hope. The snow was so thick, funneling through the air so pervasively, she may as well have been blind. Sight had become a hindrance, her eyes growing strained as she attempted to peer through the veil of infinite icy shards that spiraled and danced with a mania that made vision an impossibility. Hearing had also failed her, the howling gusts of wind removing any possibility of her words escaping the void she was trapped within...

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