My former book castle had been a university library in Miami and unfortunately, as I graduated early in August, I was temporarily without a literary home base between then and the first week of September. That week, I tagged along with Anton to the Orlando Public Library and, goodness, the lonely books were calling out … Continue reading Favorite Literary Things
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
On April 1st, I randomly selected 3 of your suggestions to give our scene a direction: Location: Under a bridge Inanimate object: Pocket watch Advice your mother/grandmother once gave you: Don't let anyone tell you that you can't do something. And then yesterday, I wrote it (had a proper write-a-thon). All of your suggestions are in bold to make … Continue reading The Story We Wrote Together
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
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
AN ELECTRIC BLUE 1971 Dodge Demon rumbled into the driveway of a creaky old two-story house. After killing the engine, Dean Ransom climbed out of the American muscle car with a laden brown paper grocery sack and made his way to the front door of the house, oblivious of the opaque face watching him from … Continue reading A Beautiful Blue
LEE SURIAH rushed through the harbor town from guide office to guide office, desperate to recruit help. His quick footsteps echoed off narrow brick roads and cozy buildings, shuttered and dark, shingles dripping from a recent sun shower. Rounding a corner, he broke into a walk and fumbled to a stop, almost slipping in a … Continue reading One Last Run
The train hissed at Claude Bouchard as he stepped from the empty passenger car onto an equally vacant platform. Faded wooden signs pointed with white arrows toward ticketing, a gift shop, and an adjoining diner offering a special involving a chowder he'd never heard of. He crossed Fruit Town's train station in four minutes where he saw only one other person, … Continue reading Where Tall Grasses Wave
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