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Bay 850 (microfiction)

Roger looked up at the monstrously, old, tanker. He had checked and rechecked the shipping logs, there was no tanker 850 in either arrivals or departures. He was contemplating going abroad when a cool breeze swept across his face blazing... Continue Reading →

Mirror, Mirror. (Short Story)

Elizabeth sat on her bed and watched the seventh video in a row. Killing time. She seemed to be doing a lot of that these days. She just didn't have any passion for...anything. Its not that she didn't like life.... Continue Reading →

Chapter 10: Blue Ocean Floor

Chapter 10 of Sleeper Cell Angela and Justin pulled into the parking garage of Dr. Loveitt's building. Heart racing a mile a minute she sat silently beside Justin, waiting for him to tell her what the next move was. Growing... Continue Reading →

Why the Singer Sings (parable)

A parable is a short story or tale that teaches a moral. This is my attempt at one. ❤️ Little Nicole sat beside her mother on the couch watching TV. She watched as musician after musician took to the microphone... Continue Reading →

A Cure for What Ails.. (microfiction)

She could hear the footsteps of the men behind her closing in. Stumbling, she enters the caverns. Breath, escaping her throat in puffs, she lumbers toward the only light in the room. As she nears, she sees the box. The... Continue Reading →

Chapter 4: Breakfast for Two?

Chapter 4 of Another's Treasure Claire de Winter sat in a chair that turned out to be more comfortable than it looked and lost herself in the nature beauty on the other side of the window. She felt so at... Continue Reading →

Chapter 9: Present Course of Action

Chapter 9 of Sleeper Cell Justin awoke for the second time in twenty-four hours unsure of where he was or how he got there. Unlike the last time though, he awoke without the dull throbbing headache and without being attached... Continue Reading →

Chapter 3: In the Mean Time…

Another's Treasure: Chapter 3 An hour later after seeing her walk into the lodge he entered his house. The place was a mess with canvases and easels littering the hardwood floors but thankfully it was warmer than outside.  Telling himself... Continue Reading →

Chapter 8: A Reader’s Remorse

Chapter 8 of Sleeper Cell Agent Brown sat transfixed on the couch unable to move. The man had long since disappeared from her living but she remained seated. Clutching the silly manila envelope, she hadn't dared to open. His mission... Continue Reading →

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