Story # 8 Intro for Bordertown
This isn’t a story. I just want to be clear about that before you read it. I don’t think it’s really even
Mouthing off into the void since 2018
This isn’t a story. I just want to be clear about that before you read it. I don’t think it’s really even
“Come with me,” Inspiration says and takes me by the hand. “I want to show you this really cool place I know
It’s been a while, hasn’t it? It’s nice to be back. Nice to see you here too. Thanks for coming around. My
Is it possible to write yourself out of a funk? This is the question I’ve been asking myself for two weeks now.
Yeah. Don’t even ask about this one. First, yes I know this is a week late getting posted. Getting behind started last
Margaret Miller set her bag of groceries on the counter and leaned against the kitchen sink on hands that were still trembling.
Can you believe we’re nearly ten percent through the 52 Week Story Challenge already? It’s going quick, am I right? Of course
In the course of building our house last month, we had to stay in a hotel for a couple of days while
Stanley Moorehouse thumbed the button for the third floor, and the polished metal doors of the hotel elevator slid shut. The carriage
Halloween has always been my favorite holiday. A) You get to dress up in fun costumes and pretend to be someone ––
Wish I could say this story was born from the deepest, warmest, most nourishing recesses of my idea uterus, but alas, it
Alaina Lambert had just beached her Zodiac landing boat and was walking up the sand when Hunter stepped out from the shaded
These stories are supposed to be flash fiction. But sometimes when you’re digging up a fossil and expecting to find a shell
Sometimes you need to get away from it all in order to find it all. The stuff that’s really important anyway. Last
I really didn’t think I was going to make it this week. I mean I really, honestly, didn’t see how I could