What Are You Willing to Die For? #storyaday

“What are you willing to die for?” Our senior History teacher, Mr. Rassmussen, threw that question out to a sea of blank looks. “Your iPhone, Mr. Wilkes?” Wilkes’s head shot up at the mention of his name, and he tried to hide the phone, which was considerably smarter than its owner, in his lap. Mr. Read More …

Old Black Thumb #storyaday

I lay back on the smooth river rock and closed my eyes, basking in the cool light that slipped through the bamboo leaves. I had lain here, in this exact spot, many times. But something was off. The surface was slick and smelled of rot. I sat up and looked around. The roots of the Read More …

Eliana the Argonaut #storyaday

Eliana stretched as best her “sleep cocoon” allowed her to. A microplush womb designed to block light and retain optimal body warmth, it was a little too cozy by morning to suit her. She’d never liked camping with a “mummy bag,” either. For some, it was comforting, like an embrace. For Eliana, it was a Read More …

Maze in a Haze #storyaday

My eyes were still trying to adjust to the darkness. I was propped up against a hard, slick concrete wall, my legs stretched straight out in front of me. My back felt bruised and sore, but cautious stretching reassured me that everything was still in working order, more or less. I felt around on the floor Read More …

Thief of Dreams #storyaday

Kellen lay back against a mountain of down pillows, luxuriating in lavender-scented, 1500-thread count sheets. “Open,” she murmured. The blinds lifted, silently. From her penthouse apartment, Kellen had a breathtaking view as the rising sun lit up the façade of each skyscraper with a golden flash of light on glass and brushed steel. The older Read More …