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
“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
This is a blog post from 2014. Enjoy, then sing along. ~ Juliette My life is absolutely jam-packed full. But … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Everything Will Be Alright
This is one of what I consider my top five favorites. It was first published here in 2012. Enjoy. … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Morning at the Vineyard
Austin Durant was spending Saturday morning with a pot of coffee and a folder full of research materials. His mind … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Saturday Afternoon
It wasn’t as if Andy had planned on being locked in a basement. No windows. It wasn’t like he’d turn … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Prisoner of Love
I like to keep Mother’s Day low key. No Sunday Brunch. No fancy dinners. Maybe some fresh strawberries and a … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Up or Down?
Franklin Pierce was president of the United States when James was born. Pierce has been considered one of the worst presidents … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: That Which Remains
First Sight Northern England 1323 AD It started to rain, a few drops at first then sheets of freezing … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: First Sight