Author Archives: Kevin Urban

“I have a special job for you.” He leaned forward in his chair. “It requires you to play the honey trap.”

(First published on Short Fiction Break magazine.) https://shortfictionbreak.com/transfusium/ Leafless November trees arched over the path, lifeless yet alive, as my siblings and I approached the Baron’s estate. Gretchen’s thirteen-year-old face looked cheerful as she tested the bow in her hair. Peter, eleven, played with a curtain’s tassel that swung from the carriage window. Miss OstromContinue reading “Transfusium”

I returned from the war in Europe. It was over. Yet strangely, the numbness that accompanied me through the hardest times still lingered. The blankness of emotion that was, in some ways, a shield against the insanity still enveloped me.  Only in my dreams did an unsettling feeling arise, a drowning sensation that woke meContinue reading “The Joy”

My face freezes as I peer out from my mountain cave overlooking the village. The cold seizes me with shivers as my breaths quiver from sadness and anger. The village glows through the falling snow that ever thickens. I can’t tell if I am numb from cold or grief as I peek down below atContinue reading “Follow My Frozen Heart”

CHAPTER 1 NATE Had you shaken a snow globe, then flash-froze it, the action, though unmoving, would still be expressed. This was the appearance of Nate Jackson. His eyes welled with a horrid vision, his hands clenched something that wasn’t there, and his mouth stretched open cupping a moan that never emerged as his motionless body layContinue reading “CAUGHT IN PIE TOWN”

     “Mortem praeparare meum novum maximum cofectio!”Adolf Van De Groot bellows from the mezzanine above a gathering of chocolate makers in the grand hall of the Van De Groot Chocolaterie located in the heart of Brussels.       His commanding voice reverberates through the hallowed hall with the reverence of his great ancestors, “I haveContinue reading “THE FLAVORIST”