Eliza massaged her temples and stifled a groan. Someone was practicing their ten-piece drum band inside her skull and there wasn’t even a tempo she could make out. Just a steady throb. She hated this time of year. “No,” Eliza groused aloud, “It’s not the time of year. Bureaucracies are always like this, so it…
Category: Stand Alones (Original Fiction)
How Granny Got Away with Murder
What if we were lied too? What if Red Riding Hood lied? News flash she did and here is the real story.
Toe to Toe
Nobody, not one single body listens to me. Do you know how that makes me feel? The only attention I ever get is when I am angry red and painful. You think I’m pulling your leg, trust me that’s not the body part you want to go messing with; I mean have you seen that…
Gone
The daily prompt : Gone Sometimes against all odds the bad guys win the day. All the white hats are Gone. Mitchell pulled the small plastic red card from the beeping machine and looked at the thing in puzzlement. He examined the back and could still faintly read the outline of his signature. It looked…
Prey
Here is another offering for the deities of storytelling. It was written from a prompt I receive a couple years ago. “Make your Protagonist a monster and have him/her meet a bigger monster.” Writing this story was kind of fun. It could be dark without being morbid. And while many people aren’t crazy about first…
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