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The dream is always the same, every night, falling, falling without end, until nausea or reflex pulls me from my sleep with a sudden grasp of my bedsheets. The dream was the same, that is, until tonight. Falling dreams aren’t … Continue reading
The phone rang, once, twice, three times… I glanced casually over at the caller ID before the fourth, but I knew what it would read, and I knew I couldn’t answer. Work – of course- and my head turned hypnotized … Continue reading
Kathleen slipped off the table where she’d been sitting and tucked her phone away. “My mom’s here, gotta run…” She grabbed her bag, threw quick one-armed hugs around the rest of us and dashed off. I slid up next to … Continue reading
Nana and I stepped out under a late night sky. It was just a walk, but I was thrilled beyond belief! I wasn’t ever allowed outside after dark, but Nana was the boss of Mama, and so when she invited … Continue reading
Reid Ferland knew his hobby would be his death. Skydiving had been his passion since the days when he and his brothers would climb to the roof of the barn with their mom’s good linen sheets. With more than eleven … Continue reading
Yay! My first time published! Many of you are already familiar with the fantastic writing prompt that inspired this publication, but for those who aren’t, I encourage anyone to play along each Saturday, or at least stop by and read. … Continue reading
She was beautiful, Scanlon informed me, a stunning brunette in her late twenties. She wore a flattering pricy red cocktail dress and lipstick that perfectly matched. Silver-chain sandal stilettos flaunted what her dress flattered most as she walked into the … Continue reading
“I’m really glad you came, Jess.” “I had to,” she stated plainly. “Imagine what you’re apartment would look like without me. Your interior decorating skills suck!” I almost smiled. “You know what? I did the most important room by myself.” … Continue reading
In the Golden Times, the times of Timbok’s father’s father’s father, before the Burning Rains came, the Manzanita grew thick in the Valley of Fantasy. Small rodents hid beneath the Manzanita’s gnarly thickets. Birds nested safely in their bounty of … Continue reading