Forgetting the Chupacabra #CCC #ShortStory

Lara loved to hike the verdant forest trails that paralleled the Little Lazy River. It was cooler, there, in the shade of old, vine-covered hawthorns and silverbells. The creek – it could hardly be called a river, really – meandered languidly in the sweltering heat; even moving water took on a sluggish, heavy stink when Read More …

Getting to Know You, Getting to Know All About You

Barefoot and dressed only in a thin black tank top and California Crazee pants, I made a beeline for the coffee maker. My new friend was already up, trying to figure out how to use the satellite and DVR with its six remotes – each of them having one or more unique functions and about Read More …

The Challenge

“The challenge,” Prunebutt mused, “is not to think too far ahead.” It referred, of course, to my compulsive, headlong commitment to things like NaBloPoMo and NaNoWriMo. I used to refer to these as “Nah, go blow me” and “Nah, no wri’ mo…” but I’ve stuck with the latter, more out of a sense of tradition Read More …

Planetary Alignment

The following story is inspired by The Creative Copy Challenge. This week’s words: Landforms, Languages, Lagoon, Lakebed, Lava Dome, Latitude, Lowland, Meander, Natural arch, Overhang. This is as close to erotica as you’re going to get on this blog. Planetary Alignment Anaïs let her fingers trail down the vertebral knobs at the back of Cam’s neck. Read More …

Papier the Purple Paper Dragon

Papier the Purple Paper Dragon, or “Papi” for short, perched atop the computer monitor, flicking his pointed tail this way and that. Maintaining balance on the world’s thinnest, lightest 4K display wasn’t one tenth as easy as he made it look. Papi daydreamed about roomy cathode-ray tubes, or CRTs, he’d perched upon in days of Read More …

Glow

“It’s remarkable,” said Anne, turning the glass float over in her hand. Holding it up in front of her nose, Anne squinted at the textured glass. Unlike most of the Japanese fishing floats she’d seen, this one was made of a wavy, ruby-red glass that was nearly opaque. It contained a tiny swirl of phosphorescence that Read More …

Schrödinger’s Closet #storyaday

The house was old, rambling, and overpriced. A “classic fixer-upper” in realtor lingo. A smart developer would tear it down and build a little row of shops with pre-fab walls on a concrete slab, slap on a charmingly quaint facade, and call it a day. “There’s quite a bit of interest in this property,” said Read More …

The Unicorns #storyaday

“What is it, Father?” Norbert walked back from the abbey slowly, his once-proud and swaggering gait now that of a careful, elder statesman. “Her Ladyship wants a unicorn,” he said. “A unicorn? Is she mad?” Bianca took her father’s arm and guided his steps over the broken stones at the threshold of their small cottage. “Quite. Read More …

United at Last #storyaday

Selma watched from a distance as they lowered the caskets into the ground. She scanned the faces, looking for someone she recognized. People had gathered at the graveside – neighbors, friends, the media. Such a lurid fascination they had with the words “murder-suicide.” “–a terrible, terrible thing.” Selma caught snippets of their conversations. The mourners Read More …

Cassandra Foretells of Adventure #storyaday

Arius picked up the bones, gave them a little shake, and tossed them on the ground with a grin. “What do you see there, Cassandra?” He and Balen turned their eager and expectant faces to their sister. Cassandra peered at the bones from every angle. With narrow-lidded eyes, she cocked her head to one side, then Read More …

M.A. #storyaday

Some did it for money, others for kicks. Charlene did it for both. She reached into the tarnished brass mailbox next to the Carson Mansion’s front door – one of the few homes that still had a letter box on the front porch, rather than a community box at the street corner for mail-carrier efficiency. Read More …