SHORT STORY – Lukas Eberhard

SNOW IN NEW ORLEANS (2015)

by Lukas EberhardJuly 30, 2025July 30, 20250

Langston O’Neil woke up automatically after only four hours of sleep. It was early in the morning. Desire was still asleep when he rose out of bed. He made coffee and drank it. He did not feel like eating. Not at all.

THE MEANEST BEAST THE GODS INVENTED

by Lukas EberhardApril 12, 2023April 12, 20230

The dig site out of Capua was getting bigger and bigger. Dr. Rhodes feared they might accidentally violate the boundaries of the territory the government had granted them for their archaeological excavations.
‘Dr. Valentine?’ he called out to is Italian colleague. ‘I think we should check the GPS before the ditch is getting too big.’

THE BAMBOO GROVE

by Lukas EberhardSeptember 25, 2022September 25, 20221

It had rained the night before and there were drops of water on the leaves. The bamboo had that distinctive smell to it, but that was not what she loved the most about it. It was that there were numerous stalks, growing in all directions, but there was never a clear path leading through them. Every time you came back, you took a different route through the bamboo grove, brushing over the stalks with your hand, going left, then right, maybe headed east for a while, until you felt like going north, or south.