Ryan E. Felton

  • The Good-Bye Garden: Part Three

    V              When I came to, some time later, it was to the tune of horse hooves on stone, and my throbbing head bumping against wood, and the giddy whispers of children. My eyelids were glued shut so when I pried them apart, half my lashes ripped out. I lay on my side, rocking, woven…

  • Briefly:

    I wrote a story for Punchnel’s “Mythic Indy” series: stories set in Indianapolis with a supernatural, legendary, or otherwise history-massaging twist. You can read that here: http://www.punchnels.com/fiction/circles/ Thanks.

  • In Which My Friend Alan Saved the World, (or at Least the City of Nashville, Tennessee, [but We Aren’t Really Sure])

    In Which My Friend Alan Saved the World, (or at Least the City of Nashville, Tennessee, [but We Aren’t Really Sure])             It is no small task to define a friendship, or to pinpoint a precise moment in which one could say this or that chum became said chum – there are no (or very…

  • “D”

    “D” by Ryan Everett Felton             The place even felt like death, Heck Daniels thought – or at least some form of limbo. The office stood smack in the middle of an otherwise-abandoned strip mall, so desolate that Heck had seen an actual tumbleweed bounce past when he arrived.             And…

  • Performance Review

    Performance Review Ryan Everett Felton   Martin Fletcher’s wife Eloise placed a sacked lunch in his hands and kissed him goodbye. “Don’t be nervous,” she said, but they both knew he was. “I hate these damn performance reviews,” he said, moving in for a return smooch. “Makes me feel like cattle.” “You’ll be fine,” said…