If I Should Die
Peyton Farley has settled into a new life in southwest Montana. Research and fact checking for a local newspaper is a perfectly safe job, or is it? One morning, Peyton awakens and finds a strange man in lace up work boots who is bleeding out on her kitchen floor. As Peyton calls 911 from her bedroom, someone is stealing the body.
Milk Carton People
Milk Carton People is a paranormal thriller about people who suddenly find themselves invisible, able to observe things but unable to participate. Do they go mad? Maybe they find others. It is quite possible that there is no point in being invisible.
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If Walls Could Talk – Gingerbread Big Box Store
The class decided to put all of us gingerbread buildings and houses together on two tables side by side in the lunchroom.
Some of the houses fell apart in the hallway during the transfer and the kids quickly glooped them back together on the spot. Continue reading
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Outhouse – If These Walls Could Talk – 2
2 Yes, I am an humble outhouse. I was slapped together and mounted over a rather deep hole. A wide hole, I was a double seater. Toilet paper hung from sawed off broom nailed to the walls like giant dragon … Continue reading
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Habakkuk – If Walls Could Talk
Habakkuk 2:11 The stones of the wall will cry out, and the beams of the woodwork will echo it. This is the most frightening thing I ever heard. It made my brother’s taunts to tell on me seem frivolous. I … Continue reading
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Short Fiction Saturday – He Completes Me
“You know, Jade,” she began as she set the cutting board in the sink. “I get it more than you’ll ever know.” A tiny wave of envy swept through Tracy’s recovering body. She reached for her prescription bottle and clutched it tight to her chest. “More than you know.”
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Flash Fiction Friday brought to us by Becca Butcher
Becca Butcher brings us a Flash Fiction Friday.
This came about when I uploaded a photo of some deer that hang around my Montana home. They ate all of the plums from the North Yard, then they ate the pumpkins from Halloween and now they have to stand on their hind legs to reach what ever it is on our tree in the North yard. The photo was taken through our double paned window and if you can manipulate it you will see she has snow on her back.
The Spider’s Statement
Here’s how it went, see, I was minding my own business, she plops down with a bowl of what smelled like sour milk and scared me. I recovered and was getting ready to slink off to another room when suddenly she let out a shriek that could have shattered glass.
A Day Trip to Yellowstone National Park – Flash Fiction Friday
Smells of cheese popcorn and spring rain rise on the mist. Wet boardwalks lead groups of people in a hurry to see as many sites as miles traveled. Bison lumber and slumber and own it, fur scuffing off in brown bug ridden mats, snorting and keeping to themselves. New pine trees grow in clusters around the bottoms of burned out ancestors from the firestorms of 1988. Shell Spring drains and gurgles and hisses in an endless patient cycle. A cycle of filling up and draining from far beneath the crusty raw opal marks time. Another clot of restless travelers tries to see the big picture as Shell hisses and bubbles and mother earth sighs fitfully. Back in the parking lot a new vent opens and pushes the asphalt away. Continue reading
Flash Fiction Friday
A Life Less Lived
A bedraggled plant sits on a windowsill like the first line of an unfinished poem. A leaf flutters to the sill in silent testament to a life less lived. A body identified as Mrs. Campbell was discovered this morning after a mail carrier reported a suspicious odor coming from this small house at 137 West Port Avenue.
Inside, the tidy house is sparsely furnished and the cupboards are bare. The refrigerator
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Flash Fiction – Momma stopped singing on a sweat-sticky day.
The pump handle gives too easy, Tommy scoops some water from the bucket to prime it. Resistance is sweet, cool, Tommy lets the first stream of water pour over his hand and wipes his face, tasting a faint metallic edge. The second pump fills the pitcher half way up. “Comin’,” Tommy yells. Uncle Ed has been miserable all summer long.