elegy flynn

Elegy Flynn: Afterword

Elegy Flynn was a short-lived series of short stories I wrote in 2012. For a long time, I left the series out in limbo, promising to write more if there was interest. But now, I’ve published all the stories together,

By the Time We Got to Woodstock: The Adventures of Elegy Flynn, #7

Elegy Flynn leaned against the bar glumly. She cupped her chin in her hands and rested her elbows on the bar. “I’m bored.” I was lying on the couch, reading a magazine for the eleventh time. I was bored too.

Midnight Rambler: The Adventures of Elegy Flynn, #6

I rolled one of the balls on the pool table towards a pocket. “Elegy, I’m confused.” It stopped just short of going in. “I really hate the conversations we have that begin this way,” said Elegy Flynn, the goddess of

No new Elegy Flynn for July. Sorry!! :(

Unfortunately, I’m going to be unable to provide an Elegy Flynn story for July. I’m really sorry about this. I don’t take breaking a commitment lightly, but I also feel, in terms of priorities, that letting an Elegy story slide

Redux: The Adventures of Elegy Flynn, #5

The door to the bar swung open, and a man with shaggy red hair and a goatee walked in. “Well, if it isn’t my favorite bar,” he said, “and my two favorite ladies.” “Hi, Brody,” said Elegy from the behind

The Electric Mind: The Adventures of Elegy Flynn, #4

I squinted. “Why does the bar look like a hospital?” Two seconds ago, I’d been holding a rum runner and wearing normal clothes. Now, I was holding a syringe, complete with a wickedly glinting needle, and wearing an antiquated nurse’s

The One That Got Away: The Adventures of Elegy Flynn, #3

Achava Zenon stormed into the bar, slamming the door behind her. She clutched her head with one hand. “Shit!” she said. Achava was a volur, which was a person who was unstuck in time and traveled around fixing time paradoxes.

Will Shakesprick: The Adventures of Elegy Flynn #2

For Andre. At least I know you’ll get the jokes. Elizabeth Peters slammed the door of the bar behind her. “I’ve done it,” she said, striding across the room to slump down in a stool. “And now I’d like some

The Adventures of Elegy Flynn

A disgruntled goddess of fate. A time-traveling bar. Barely functioning alcoholics saving the world.

You Can’t Kill Hitler: The Adventures of Elegy Flynn #1

I was inside the bathroom in my apartment. My boyfriend Richard was pounding on the door. “You better come out of there, Cathy.” It was early evening, but Richard was already drunk. Back when we first started dating three years