Short Story: The Sin-Eaters of Wickshire
The knock on the door preceded the last breath by only a moment. It was the last sound a dead man would hear, but whether it was fright or relief … Continue reading Short Story: The Sin-Eaters of Wickshire
The knock on the door preceded the last breath by only a moment. It was the last sound a dead man would hear, but whether it was fright or relief … Continue reading Short Story: The Sin-Eaters of Wickshire
This little story is mostly notable for being the first piece of anything fictional I have managed to scrape together in more than a month. Thank you, what is sure to … Continue reading Short Story Thursday: The Red Mountains
Avery reflected on the wispy string of mozzarella emanating from the edge of the darkly crisped panini while her mother continued to talk. It had been a good sandwich, for … Continue reading Short Story Tuesday: Melted Cheese
Dear readers, a plea: If you have a few minutes, I would be eternally grateful if you downloaded and reviewed my excerpt for the Quarterfinal round of the Amazon Breakthrough … Continue reading Short Story Monday: Manu and the Wall
“It’s all right,” Joan whispered to herself as she waited, and waited, and waited for the car in front of her to dim its brake lights and inch forward again. … Continue reading Short Story Friday: Traffic Jam
Maria tried not to stare out the window as she idly poked her wilting salad with a plastic fork. There were a couple of crows preening themselves on the bare … Continue reading Short Story Friday: Cat People
On Thursday, March 18th, 1999, at 7:54 AM, I was born Harthacanute James Kevin Augustus Taylor. I like to think my mother wasn’t being wantonly cruel or clinically insane, but … Continue reading Short Story: My Mother Named Me Harthacanute
Martin sat quietly on the sofa in the good company parlor, trying not to squirm around. His mother had removed the thick, slightly yellowing plastic that usually covered the white … Continue reading Short Story Friday: The Book of Yew
Maala wiped the warm perspiration from her brow as she carefully scooped the cooking rice away from the hole in the bottom of the old iron pot, desperate not to … Continue reading Short Story Friday: Give and Take
A writing exercise banning the use of the letter “e” *** I don’t want to stay on my own, Tara thought, shaking a thick braid of brown hair drooping down. … Continue reading Short Story: Don’t Cry
The maze appeared from nowhere one day, but it didn’t surprise me much. Morchellas sprouted everywhere, and there was always a pattern to be found if I looked hard enough. … Continue reading Short Story: Salt and Oil
The lawnmower tractor’s engine coughed, thick and choking, for a few minutes before the whole contraption shuttered to a halt, steam hissing out from under the green painted hood and … Continue reading Short Story Friday: Sunset