Petyr felt generous with the squad’s vodka stash and gathered his young comrades around the dwindling fire. Most were fresh-faced recruits and had yet to learn how to handle spirit; Petyr and his second in command, Olivar, would be splitting a lion’s share of the bottle. Petyr lifted it high for a toast. “For most … Continue reading Red November
I wrote something last week. If I had to ballpark it I would say it’s close 4,000 words. It's a tale of some kids and a monster in the woods. So why isn’t it up yet? Why are you reading this rather than some semi-fun story? Because my brain is broken. That’s really what it … Continue reading Broken Brain
It was the first time the Riverside County Police Department had ever been called over spilled milk. And, it was only a few drops at that. A pair of burly, some might say, overweight officers of the law, stood in Karol Brekenridge’s sun-drenched apartment. One, the square-jawed officer with the Punisher tattoo on his forearm … Continue reading Spilled Milk
What the hell is Cherry 3? Scientists claim strange space object could be evidence of alien life Tyler Richards of Amerigo Observatory 18 was the first to spot the space object hurtling towards Gia two years ago. For the first time since then scientists and astronomers alike are getting a closer look at the object, … Continue reading Cherry 3
Doug and Jackie occupied opposite ends of the couch. Occupied. Not sat. The last time Jackie had sat with Dough had been after their 18th anniversary two years prior, after dinner at Rico’s and the semi-romantic way he’d gotten down on one knee and presented her with that white-gold tennis bracelet. The last time … Continue reading Bitter but Bearable
If you’ve never seen a man pinned against a cement wall by a 1994 rust-covered Buick, consider yourself lucky. The first time I’d seen such a thing was undoubtedly the cleanest. The driver, a middle aged mother of two teen-aged boys, fell asleep at a red light and let off the break. According to … Continue reading In a Pinch
Major Ortiz and his merry band of guerrillas did their dirty work along the banks of the Beaverhead river. It wasn’t much of a river per se, rather a babbling brook. But it provided fresh water and noise coverage enough. This night was relatively quiet; there’d been no drone surveillance to speak of and … Continue reading Culling the herd
Admiral Tip Kaufman looked at the quote he’d etched into his bunk frame. It was old; written hundreds of years before the flooding, and even older still than the great purges; the author’s bones were no doubt dust by now. But that didn’t rob the quote of its truth, at least not by the admiral’s … Continue reading A Siren in Space Time
Jeffrey waited until his son and the baby were settled in with Mika to sneak upstairs. It was half past noon on Saturday in the height of Fall. Leaves littered the streets, threatening to choke the storm water grates. One, a maple leaf, stowed itself away in Jeffrey’s long brown curls. He spotted it in … Continue reading A Photographer’s Eye
No new Bradbury Challenge story this week, everyone. At least, no new completed story. Something is in the works as of now, but writing has been difficult these past couple of days. And, for once, it's not the dreaded writer's block that has me lagging behind. Quite the opposite actually. My head has been full of half … Continue reading No new post this week (except for this one)
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