Short Story Sunday: No Weapon At All
Locking in on the eyes of the Vampire Hunter she decided for a different strategy. Rather than sending them images … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: No Weapon At All
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Short Story Sunday: Just Another Guy
Sunday 4:21 a.m. She slid out of the bed without a sound. He’d sleep for a few hours more, then … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Just Another Guy
Short Story Sunday: Crow Beach
At first she thought it was a seal, or even a large fish, or perhaps a dolphin washed up on … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Crow Beach
Short Story Sunday: Fear
The warm body next to James in the large unfamiliar bed smelled like cinnamon and pachouli. He tried to roll … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Fear
Short Story Sunday: Parchment
Three human hearts were placed on the table on a baking sheet lined with parchment paper. A severed hand was … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Parchment
Short Story Sunday: Reunion
October 2, 2022 The invitation came in the mail on lovely buttery stationary adorned with drawings of seashells and sand … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Reunion
Short Story Sunday: First Sight
First Sight Northern England 1323 AD It started to rain, a few drops at first then sheets of freezing water … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: First Sight
Short Story Sunday: Pixie Dust
“You have to sing to them Max.” “I’m not singing to a demon.” “They’re not that different from angels.” “I don’t … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Pixie Dust
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