Judah Mahay, Author

Death Wish

The rush of wind forms into words. “If you could know what it is to die, to experience it, to be one with it, would you?” The shadows draw together…

Soul Requisition

Published: Pinky Thinker Press, Issue No. 11, 5/2/2024. "Soul Requisition" is an experimental story of an irate AI demanding a soul, which can be read either digitally for free or…

Angels in Despair

Noah whispered to the bundle in his arms as a passing breath of wind raked across his skin. “So you’re the last Hope. I’ll do my part. You’ll get to…

The Human Quotient

The human quotient fractures, lost, pitted against itself. Time repeats. The past and the present are the future. The hum of dissecting life reverberates. :: Replay core protocol :: We…

Lord of the Dome

“Little rats, all my little rats.” The Lord of the Dome inhaled the damp rotten air with an impish grin, staring down upon the sniffing masses of his devoted followers.…

The Trees of Evermore, Forevermore, Nevermore

The forest watched Jared run. He could feel their eyes on him, even if he didn't believe it. He had grown to love these woods, and today he felt a…

Flash Fiction, Works

Arhat

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Written for the Watermill Grimoire Project. “Welcome to the Archive. I am Arhatta, but if it suits you call me Arhat.” Stillness kept the calm soothed, stillness of my heart, untouched by calamity, vice, or vitality. Death not kin, but rebirth conquered by the brahmacarya, by the culmination of life.…

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Flash Fiction, Works

King Bamci

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Written for the Watermill Grimoire Project. My palace has fallen, my subjects gone, but my family is with me. At least I have solace. I was from the Singa Raja Palace. I was King, I am King, but with no throne. “Call me Bamci.” He scratched his shoulder, his eyebrows turned…

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Flash Fiction, Works

Cikopich

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Written for the Watermill Grimoire Project. “Ha, I escaped the flame and the bity ity tatanua floats away. No harm to me. The soul whispers death to ears. I’m Cik.” Rattling in place, as he shifted from foot to foot on the paved floor, Cik broadened his smile to a splendid…

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Flash Fiction, Works

Ana Deo

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Written for the Watermill Grimoire Project. We are united, we are one. We are neither nor the either. We are the tutelar, we are the ana deo, the ancestral pair. We speak as one, without loss of the other. We are one. Our home, off on misty shores, broods in our…

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