Image from Wikimedia Commons, Creative Commons free license. Bird. I see you, bird. Black feathers. Shiny. Beak. Black beak like jet, hard and grooved along the length. It’s longer than I expected. Long and sharp. “Once there was food here.” … Continue reading →
Lines of Lights Moving at speed past the window, reverse parallax. Facing backward on the train, the lights receded. Facing backward on the train is a title. A good title for a memory, even. Metaphoric. Like Benjamin Button, living backwards … Continue reading →
ElementaryChapter Three: Water Fionula ran the water into the kettle, the filter making a soft high-pitched whine as it worked. It was an extra unit she’d had from her last apartment and she’d given it to Kirby for his new … Continue reading →
ElementaryChapter Two Kirby lit the wooden match and held it under the tinder he’d arranged in the fire circle. The stones were blackened with soot and the white marks of ash. His campsite was behind him, the tent battered but … Continue reading →
This story is my entry for the April Flash Fiction Carnival. The theme is “The Elements.” I hope you enjoy! Elementary Chapter One (Since the prompt suggested either one story or four, I’ve written more than one. The first element, … Continue reading →
Summation: I did it! My March FADs are done. Please see the list below for the prompts, and click the links for the associated story. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I did writing them! The low-down: … Continue reading →
Farendorm strode along the passage, hit boots hammering out his annoyance. Brixa trotted behind, trying to keep up. Farendorm ignored him and kept going, flexing his right hand, ligaments cracking. “Master, slow down…” Brixa murmured. “She’ll know you’re angered if … Continue reading →
Dialog “Gabriel, what you doing?” “Nothing Michael. Why do you always have to pester me?” “I’m not pestering you. That should be obvious by now. You’re drunk again!” “I am not drunk, dammit! I only had three high-balls!” “Three! In … Continue reading →
Kita ran toward the village, the smoke too thick, almost, to breathe through. A stitch stabbed her side, interfering further with her breathing, but she pushed herself forward. The first screams floated toward her on the billowy clouds. They sounded … Continue reading →
“Hedges. Hedges, Wilhelm. Why is it always hedges?” Lars grumbled. “And look!” He pointed with an agitated arm. “Now they are putting hedges next to the trees!” “Calm yourself, Lars. It’s not seemly to get so excited. It’s a beautiful … Continue reading →
