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Category Archives: short fiction

waking

In the middle of the night, I woke up and was plagued with something close to the following:
My first, and only, true love was Death — only she didn’t answer by to that name. She had introduced herself to me as Vanessa and had insisted that I call her that, although we both knew [...]

faerie cross, two

Finally, the rain had stopped and Adam waited the requisite amount of time before he dared to ask his mother if he could walk over to the nearby nature preserve.
After admonishments to dress warmly, come back if the rain returned and for Adam to take off his boots (so as no to track in mud) [...]

faerie cross

Lightning continued to flash, filling up the still-dark sky with a fireworks spectacle that rivaled even the most exuberant Fourth of July celebrations, even as the worst of the storm raced to places east. Where there had been a torrential downpour just minutes before was a gentle, almost soothing, steady falling of rain. [...]

Waiting is hard

This is the worst part of NaNoWriMo — the waiting, especially when you’re itching to get going.
I had a thought last night about technique and I can’t wait to see if it works as well on paper as it does in my head.
Of course, I always hate to start writing something else just before NaNoWriMo [...]

Waiting for the Interurban (Part II)

“Hey man, can you spare one of those?”
The voice, coming from behind Ned, startled him and he visibly jumped at the question. Ned had been so caught up in his dilemma regarding his date with Jen that he’d not paid attention to what happened around him at all. Someone had gotten the drop [...]