"I hate you," grumbled the priest, seated in a dusty corner and handcuffed to a pipe. "I hate you more," growled the gangster. Wearing clothes easily worth more than $2000, the gangster boss was also seated, handcuffed to another pipe across the basement. The Detective looked over from leaning over several maps spread across a … Continue reading Jail or Hell
In a world where 50% of the population can use magic, there existed an ordinary cast-iron frying pan. The pan had been owned and used to prepare meals the old fashioned way by six different sorcerers in its lifetime. Eventually, the sorcerers sold it either at yard sales or online. However, having been in the … Continue reading The Frying Pan (pt. 1)
My friend Megan gave me a writing prompt that I'm gonna make either my New Year's Eve or New Year's Day post (if I don't set a deadline, I'll forget about it; also, if I give my self too long to think about it, the story gets too complicated and I won't finish it ). … Continue reading New Year’s Eve/Day Short Story Prompt
“Hey, Mesa!” I looked over at the sound of my name. At the time, I was carrying a heavy crate of bottles for the old shop owner who was clearing a cluttered bench to accommodate the burden. On the step outside the open shop door, our letter carrier in her stark green and white … Continue reading The “Mesa” Story – The Beginning
"You make so much trouble for him," Mrs Journ scolded the three female warriors who collapsed into chairs of various tables around the empty dining area of her small inn. With her braided hair bound tall in a silver mountain, the proprietress shook a large wooden spoon at each of them. "You should be ashamed … Continue reading For the Quest!
"Your mother was very specific!" cried Lester, the babysitter. "You two need to be in bed by 8:00 PM!" Two boys, ages 9 and 5, sat one behind the other astride a saddle upon a massive iguana which, like the babysitter, was falling from the sky. The 5-year-old pouted, hugging his brother about the waist, … Continue reading Child’s Play
I spent a little time this afternoon going through old word documents to delete, move, and rename things in order to make my files easier to navigate. More specifically, I scrolled through for files the titles of which gave no helpful clue as to what could possibly be inside, and then took care of those. … Continue reading A Surprise Among the Scraps
Nico grabbed a tightly coiled blue longe line from a shelf in the tack room of Wild Lime Stables. "He doesn't belong here," he said. Bonnie, the owner of the facility, shouldered two sets of reins and shrugged. "I got the impression that the new groom's a quick learner, hard worker, and team player with … Continue reading Warming Up
The distant crackle of tissue paper turned Eric’s head. From where he stood in the kitchen with Dr. Volkow, he saw his mother emerge from her bedroom with several red gift bags, each bristling with a jarring rainbow of tissue paper. “Eric, Abram!" She arranged the bags on the dining room table. "When you’re through, come … Continue reading Evil’s Silence
Sitting across from his mother, Eric Hardwood (aka superhero "Waveform") focused on suppressing the tremor in his hand as he forked a steamed broccoli floret. Hours ago, he had defused a deadly crisis at the reactor facility---or rather, what had been staged to appear to be a deadly crisis to everyone but the actors involved. … Continue reading Evil’s Entrance
Duri Rolvsson 