Riding a rusty hand-me-down bicycle, Danny Holt coasted leisurely home from Rosewood Elementary along a wide path of uneven asphalt with his friends Ashton and Eddy. Scantly watching the road, he fixed his attention on the telephone lines drooping above a long stretch of crooked, weathered fences to his right as he pedaled lightly. A … Continue reading Wolfish Karma
I came across the blog of Pages of Fiction where the writers (Leandra and Gwen) are hosting a fun prompt-a-day challenge during NaNoWriMo. Due to my unpredictable and limited free time during the week, I have not yet written in response to any of the prompts (darn it!), nevertheless I am determined to participate. In order … Continue reading November Scene Prompts
The hour commute home offered two routes. The first option entailed a stop-and-go jaunt through the city, while the second offered a more scenic ride along a winding, sometimes tree-choked, sometimes field-lined country road. This breezeless autumn evening oral surgeon Dr. Paolo "Doc" Carbonero opted for scenic drive particularly since he found its quiescence reminiscent … Continue reading The Cloud
Pistol and attention transfixed upon his traitorous former partner, Neutrino descended the steps a safe distance from where superhero Waveform jogged in the opposite direction, boots ringing on metal, toward the control room exit. Volkow paid little heed to the weapon trained on him; instead he busied himself reading a lengthy caution poster on the nearest … Continue reading Evil’s Dilemma
"Wait!" Eric jumped between the supervillains, his hands stretched toward the one with the pistol. "Just---wait." At the top of the steps, Neutrino sneered at the costumed hero 'Waveform' between him and his target. "Don't you ever get tired of being the only one who cares?" "Of course not." Dr. Volkow clapped Eric on the … Continue reading Evil’s Trap
Down on one knee, Dr. Volkow lifted the oddly shaped lid straight up, gingerly, without scraping the insides of the device. He studied the machine's guts for a moment -- skeletal wiring, bright metal, bitter colors -- and a light akin glee touched his eyes. He threw his head back with a bark of a … Continue reading Evil’s Gesture
Eric Hardwood stepped out on the platform overlooking the deserted main level of the reactor facility and sank onto the stairs. He'd been stopping criminals and saving people as the superhero Waveform since his sophomore year of college. And now, decked out in Waveform's midnight blue hero-suit, he leaned elbows on knees, disregarded the flashing … Continue reading Evil’s Plan
Lying with his back to the shelled building, Henrik quietly pulled the corpse of one of the militia soldiers over him, willing himself to vanish as one of their trucks roared up the broken road in his direction. The dead of the official military, the opposing militia, and people who'd been hiding in the city of … Continue reading Black Flag
TURNING OFF THE deserted highway, James Stipanuk held a stabilizing hand over his coffee as he guided the truck along an uneven gravel road. The narrow road slithered through quiet countryside until it terminated near the horizon at a gleaming black structure that pierced the chilled sky like a cloud-crowned monument. Approaching the end, he … Continue reading Keep Breathing
Ducking out of the rain through an emerald green door, William Kaur crossed his bakery's darkened service area to a warmly lit office. It was as dry and cozy as he left it where his young manager was hunched over the second desk by the back wall. The other employees had already gone home. The manager, Maxwell, looked up. "Any … Continue reading Bakeries’ Doors
Duri Rolvsson 