From Fandango's Flash Fiction Challenge-57. Frontage A few minutes is all I need. When all the lights go out, I go in, fix the alarm, go around the rooms, put new dreams in their heads with a drop of the drug on their tongues. It hides the mind from what's waiting for deep sleep.I never … Continue reading Flash Fiction – Gothic-ish
There's a lecture series that goes up on YouTube (2020 Creative Writing Lectures BYU) and the most recent one was about short story writing. Now, anyone who knows me also knows I can't give a simple instruction without going over the limit. Truly. So I watched it (twice) and did the exercise. First, this is … Continue reading How To: Short Story
Today is 26 Feb (in Australia). Tomorrow the anthology comes out. Still available for pre-order until then, but it can be in your reader ... And there's a special offer I'll make, just for you: If you can find the one error in my story, I'll send you a free eBook. You can choose which … Continue reading Ahem, Hope …
http://www.books2read.com/storiesofhope It's an eBook only (a lot of stories in there, lots of people wanting to help), and all proceeds from the anthology will be distributed to the WWF Bushfire Relief Fund and Red Cross. Now available for pre-order -- I'm ordering mine now, and I hope you have a look when it comes out, … Continue reading Stories of Hope – It’s Here!
The old homestead needed more than a touch of TLC. It needed to be demolished and the ground razed and the black stumps chopped up and buried. Summer. Sandy hated summer. The heat, the flies, the extra feed for the animals. More water sucked from the stinky bore. She couldn't drink that water, she couldn't … Continue reading Summer is Coming …
The storm came that night, that's how I remember it. Lightning and thunder scare the grumpkins outta the dog, and she patters around, panting and whining and fretting. I gotta get up, do stuff, turn the kettle on, make noise. Otherwise, she freaks out all night and nobody sleeps. the storm comes The storm? Oh, … Continue reading The Old Bones
Clothes. Protection. Hat. That’s what she needed. And shoes, comfortable and strong hiking shoes that would get her across the desert without killing every nerve in her legs and back. What else did she need? It would take a list, of course, but she had plenty of time, plenty of time indeed. It was a … Continue reading List-ing
https://helenevaillant.com/2019/02/26/10678/ A journey's end is nigh, but ever beyond the reach of mere life. "I come, Pythonissa," Barosa called, "lay out the bridge for me." Picture Challenge 26/02/2019 by helenevaillant.com If the bridge did not draw for him, he'd wait. The Moon Mother watched for Pythonissa. He would be easy to see if they but … Continue reading I See, You See, Not the Same