| Wrong Turn
| | “If everything checks out, I’ll let you off with a warning.”... | | Words: | 200 | | Comments: | 12 | | Status: | Public |
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| Brewing Mead 1
| | The brewing equipment arrived late on Churchday. I spent the afternoon attaching tubes, cisterns, and boilers. Come sundown, hickory smoke lent its tang to the air as water bubbled in the main boiler.... | | Short Stories | | Genre: | fantasy | | Updated: | 26-06-08 |
| Words: | 867 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Throne Room
| | "Lauren! Don't you ever knock?"... | | Words: | 43 | | Comments: | 13 | | Status: | Public |
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| Old Challenge Entries
| | Out of Sight Challenge #36 A "Home Depot" baseball cap landed on the new toilet seat. I swiped my Visa card across the reader, studiously ignoring the cashier’s cleavage. The electronic pad mangled... | | Short Stories | | Genre: | flash | | Updated: | 09-06-08 |
| Words: | 2434 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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| Passions Path
| | "Lunch is read-“ Susan fell silent at the bathroom door. “What. Is. That?"... | | Words: | 125 | | Comments: | 17 | | Status: | Public |
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| Field Promotion - Part 1
| | A spectrum of metals contrasted against the crisp black uniform; tiny monuments to a long and storied career. Below the colorful swath, calloused hands clasped over a polished broadsword. An oak... | | Short Stories | | Genre: | fantasy | | Updated: | 17-05-08 |
| Words: | 1908 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| Drawn In
| | As a boy, I remember fresh mountain air filling my lungs and beautiful women firing my imagination. Long days at the Y’Daal family winery kept me from getting into too much trouble. Slack time... | | Short Stories | | Genre: | fantasy | | Updated: | 19-04-08 |
| Words: | 2421 | | Comments: | 5 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Diamonds
| | The Winchester snapped to the coal miner's shoulder. Smoke and flame belched, sending immigrant... | | Words: | 200 | | Comments: | 14 | | Status: | Public |
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| Roadside Memorial
| | My oldest daughter smiles as she flies higher on the swing set. The other two girls scamper around the playground equipment shouting "You're it!" back and forth at each other. My wife has embarked... | | Words: | 740 | | Comments: | 8 | | Status: | Public |
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