Christopher Jackson-Ash is in his late fifties and lives in Melbourne Australia with his alter ego Kris the Bard. He has had a varied career in chemical engineering and risk management. Now that his children are grown up, he has returned to bohemia and is concentrating on his first love, writing. His main focus is on his FirstWorld multiverse inspired by Michael Moorcock and J.R.R. Tolkien. His work extends through flash fiction and short stories to novels in other genres, including children’s stories. Please visit his author site and the FirstWorld multiverse.
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(c) 2017, Michael Ampersant This wasn’t my first time, not even in Florence, but it’s my shtick, if you will. I’ve taken up position on the steps of the Loggia della Signoria, squatting between the statues of Cellini’s Perseus and Fedi’s Rape of the Polyxena. I’m not a prostitute, but I’m a slut with […]
(c) 2017, Andre DeCuir When Brendan was 16, his parents got divorced and sent him to therapy. He saw Dr. Bill for about a year and then stopped, maybe because his mother got tired of being the only one to take him there. Brendan’s father moved into a trailer park along the Baton Rouge highway, […]
(C) 2017, Santino Prinzi Last week, Mum’s friend Tanya tried to pry my old Barbie from my hands. “You shouldn’t be playing with that.” But I didn’t let go. The same thing happened at school during show-and-tell; Mrs Smyles told me I was supposed to bring in one of my toys and not my […]