A Short Story from Seeking ... approx. 2k words. The Nullabor Plain – Eva’s number-one preferred route because there were no trees to spread black tendrils of shadowy menace, no long branches to scribble evil designs into the bright beams of her headlights. Second preference would be the Devil’s Gate stretch along the Hay Plain, … Continue reading Night Driver
A short story for you ... The Game How many miles of straight track? The tinny voice on the speakers above the head would bore the paint off a brush. Look out the window, create a distraction, breathe slow and steady. Watch the red, the red, the red. Is there anything but red out there? … Continue reading A Straight Track
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
See what happens? A story, just for you, here.
Part 1 here. The suit he flicked at her opened up to ten separate pieces. “Where was it?” she asked and pulled it open. What went where? “I’m still covered in gunk,” she said. “It may help if …” He didn’t finish. His jerky movements sped up as he tried the pieces of the suit … Continue reading A Short Story, Part 2 (SF)
Take 2: Goldilocks #716 “There should be mention of the headaches.” Shera held her head in both hands. She didn’t want to follow the blaring instruction to swing her legs off the table. She didn’t want to breathe. It hurt too much. Swirls of pain gripped her head like clamps with extra-deep probes. She remained … Continue reading A Short Story, Part 1 – SF
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
Never go back! Isn’t that the rule? Keep moving forward, you can’t go home, things are never the same as remembered. What did I do? Of course, I went back. I’m here now, standing in front of the first home I remember. Okay, it’s true – the only home. Even had a few siblings related … Continue reading A Candle