Short Story Sunday: The Hunter

The Hunter “We pumped quite a bit of blood out of your stomach. We’re not sure where it came from.” … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: The Hunter

Short Story Sunday: Too Hot To Wear Black

Damn. At 107°F is was way too hot to wear black. It felt like 250°F inside because the air conditioning … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Too Hot To Wear Black

Motorhome An Austin and Elizabeth Story Austin grew up knowing that Grammy didn’t have many filters. She’d say anything she … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Motorhome

The Hunter “We pumped quite a bit of blood out of your stomach. We’re not sure where it came from.” … Continue reading Short Story Sunday Romance Marathon: The Hunter

And I thought my life was weird, thought Austin after reading a news story about a historian in Russia who … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Brothers in Arms

Yesterday I started a short story but ended up, obviously, not sharing anything. Not even an old story. This is … Continue reading Almost Short Story Sunday: Webs

Warmth (an Austin and Elizabeth Story) “Your hand is cold.” Austin always said that. He couldn’t help it. It was … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Warmth

Lizbit. Oh Lizbit. Elizabeth opened her eyes. Oh man it had been a hot day. Sitting up from where she … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Lizbit