Clanking and clinking, she paced back and forth across the cold cement floor, feet slapping, waiting for the cheap tin plate of stale bread crusts and rotten fruit breakfast to scrape under the door. The last time she tried to jump on his back when he entered the room meant now she was affixed to…
Category: fiction
The Story of The House of Haggis
Image by Michael Gaida from Pixabay Rita was driving from Minneapolis to Wisconsin for the Annual Storytellers Festival that was held every year in Madison. Caught in the crosshairs of interest and talent, the organizers heard Rita telling a story in the hotel lounge last year and were impressed, as Rita was an accomplished storyteller….
Zigzag (Wo)man
image link My name is Baron, yes, Baron, and I’ve been robbing banks all of my life. Bank robbing and prison go together like tea and honey, like frogs and ponds; you’ll seldom find one without the other. There’s always going to be somebody saying, “Put the money in the bag.” There’s always going to…
Finish The Story — The Mystery of the Stone Circle: Part Three
UPDATE 5/11/19: I didn’t get a response from Michele Jones to write a chapter and don’t want what is shaping up to be a good story to languish and possibly die on the vine, so I’m choosing another, fabulous writer and hope he agrees to help finish the story: Padre at Padre’s Ramblings. Padre? …
50 Word Thursday #19 — Best of Friends
`What do you call yourself?’ the Fawn said at last. Such a soft sweet voice it had! – Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll Margerie was spending the summer with her Uncle Nigel at his home in the woodland foothills. Uncle Nigel, a lifelong bachelor, had a live-in housekeeper, Mrs. Monroe, who would…
Climbing (mature audiences warning)
image link At thirty-five years old, Andy became the youngest professor to chair the Semantics Department at Hoddopscott University. Andy was at the apex of his career, and no one would dispute he’d worked his butt off for it. He had left a string of scorched corpses, personal and professional, along the way, but in…
Friday Fictioneers — Barbed reminders
PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays A once-lush forest was now wasteland. Humans moved in and cut down all of the trees. Once the trees were gone, there was nothing protecting the soil from the scorching sun; it became barren. The wild animals left. Arrogant humans’ ego-driven cravings for ownership built fences for “their” domesticated…
Tao-Talk 