Author's Note: I haven't written one this short in awhile. It was nice to get it out of my head in in under 20,000 words. Thanks Tim413413 - at least I am starting to make it a little easier to edit. ***** Mailboxes had been innocuous things most of my life. The last year had made mine something to fear. It was a simple white metal box, sitting atop a cros...
IN THE BEGINNING The city limits were perhaps thirty miles away and rain clouds loomed behind him as Matt Weaver picked up his walking pace although aware he couldn't outpace a wind-driven rain. Matt figured it was better to get soaked later than sooner. He heard a vehicle slowing. It could be the cops. The highway was pretty deserted because it was not qu...
Foreword Thank you to those who have taken the time to read my story and especially to those who have commented. I hope you think it was worthwhile. Writing is a strange experience, a compulsion which makes for hard work and leads to unexpected results. I've done my best to get this post finished as quickly as I can and have beaten my weekly schedule. But...
Geri came home after the last day of her long summer internship at the horticulture institute in nearby Dalton Township. It had been what she needed to finish up her doctorate in the fall. She sighed as she knew she would spend several months computing and analyzing her studies there, not to mention lectures and papers throughout her final school year. But b...
Jill was standing on the corner where I had picked her up the day before when I arrived. She hopped into the car, and immediately said "I need to ask you something about what you said yesterday." I wondered what that could be - we had talked about a lot of important things the day before. "You said you own a cafe. Where is it?" she asked. I laughed. Of...
This is written as part of norafares and Bebop3's "50 Ways to Leave Your Lover" event. To be up-front, it's not a quick story and the young woman who is the protagonist is pretty damaged. So, if you're looking for a quick hit of romance or sex, this might be one to skip over. For those for whom the nonexistence of cellphones, let alone the internet, is som...
It is amazing the number and variety of friends my stories have generated. In the novel Animal Farm, by George Orwell, he states that all animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others. I feel the same about the friends my stories have given me. While they are all special, one is more special than the others, and I thank her for these last fe...
It was the last day of the summer term and I was full of the holiday spirit. In less than a weeks time parents and I were off to the Caribbean for a two-week break. For the last few days I have been talking about nothing else. Friend in my form must of getting fed up with me; I am sure Cora was and told me as much "Anna you might think the holiday sounds gr...
Simon Craig was proud of himself. And justifiably, too! He had a stew cooking in the Aga in the vicarage kitchen and had performed the Morning Eucharist to a surprisingly large congregation considering it had been held at 9am on a Thursday morning. He had visited sick and elderly parishioners, giving kind words and prayers for those who wanted one and offer...
Deep in the Sierra Nevada mountain range, on one warm spring morning, everything was at peace. Birds were chirping, the breeze was gently grazing the infinite pine needles of the forest, and the sky was a euphoric blue. Suddenly, a woman's cry rang out from a large cave in the rocky mountainside, and in mere seconds swift, strong paws flew across the dirt,...