Storytime Sunday: The Worst Souvenir
Matthew’s aunt had brought him countless terrible souvenirs over the 29 years of his life so far, but this one topped them all. It was worse than the collection of dead-eyed bobbleheads, worse than the...
View ArticleStorytime Sunday: Star-Kissed, Devil-Cursed
Sterla’s mother always told her she was star-kissed. On the night of her birth, she would say in her special story-voice, a star flew down from the heavens and kissed her head, sprinkling her face and...
View ArticleStorytime Sunday: Protect
Like everyone else, she was a person of six arms, four forgotten but not atrophied. Like everyone else, she was also haunted and hunted by a darkness. The darkness was oily and oppressive, snaking...
View ArticleStorytime Sunday- The Magician
Many thanks to Alison Elise Pedaggi for the prompt for this week’s story! Bartholomew reached into his coat pocket and nervously fingered the two worn and bent tickets, rubbing them together with...
View ArticleStorytime Sunday: The Wishing Fish
The story had got out about the fisherman and his wife, but the part everyone remembered was that there was a magical wish-granting fish residing somewhere in the lake near the rotting ruins of the...
View ArticleStorytime Sunday- The Beach
The dream came back, as it had every night for the past week. It was an autumn day on an abandoned beach, the sky foreboding, the seas calm, and a persistent beeping filling the air. She walked without...
View ArticleStorytime Sunday- The Gravedigger
Jack Gardner wiped the sweat from his brow, leaving a trail of dirt to cling to his still-soaked face. The night air of late autumn was cool, even chilly when a breeze picked up, but the digging would...
View Article3 Vital Features of a Day Job That Supports a Creative Lifestyle
My day job has ended. I knew it was coming; they told us a while ago we were getting shut down as part of the acquisition of our parent company. Just business, and a solid decision for their goals....
View ArticleStorytime Sunday: Foxfire
Once upon a time, when the earth was young and the sky was old, when animals had picked out their names but had not yet chosen their colors, none but the gods had fire. They used it to warm their …...
View ArticleStorytime Sunday: From the Smoke
Long ago, in a time of no death and no pain, Corax the raven stole fire from the gods. The animals and people were celebrating their new prize, setting flames everywhere they could to brighten the...
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