This story segment comes from another website I help to run: Light in a Glass. It allows different writers to create characters, and every month the story is passed on to someone new. If you’re the kind of person who enjoys spur-of-the- moment fiction, this could become a favorite website. The excerpt below is from […]Read more "Unfinished Business"
“You want to what?!” “Listen, Krea, it’s because I really think he’s going to anyway—” Alston began. “So because you’re sure Quinn is going to do it anyway, you’re going to stop protesting and just help him? That’s how you keep your friend safe, by helping him plot his own death march?” “When you say it […]Read more "What the Wall Told"
Shadows drifted over the table, flickering on and off with the fire. The mead warmed Alston down to his toes. It was cold outside. Alston looked across the table at his friend. “You don’t know what it’s like,” Alston said. “I may be brand new here too, but I’ve learned about it before.” Quinn was […]Read more "Race to Verdou Fountain: The Tavern"
Tara pulled into the parking space at Johnson’s Grocery and jumped out of her car, tossing her keys in her handbag and slamming the door. She had to hurry if she wanted to get home in time for the latest episode of Game Plan. That’s when she saw him—Jay-Jay across the street with his mom—and smiled […]Read more "Variable Part 4–Reset"
Jay-Jay wailed and seized Tara’s legs in a death grip. “Hey,” Tara said, kneeling down. “It’s okay. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Jay-Jay’s eyes spoke for him. He was unconvinced. Tara placed her hand on his shoulder. “Jay-Jay. I’ll see you again.” * * * A tear slid down Tara’s face. The screen was merciless, showing […]Read more "Variable Part 3–Jay Jay"
The world seemed unusually cheerful that mid-afternoon with the strong smell of freshly cut grass and the warmth of sunshine on skin. A smile crept across the woman’s face, and her eyes fluttered open. Above her the puffy, white clouds drifted in the sky—free. Just like her. She laughed—a sudden, care-free laugh. It felt good to […]Read more "Variable Part 2–Picking a Name"
The wind whipped Tara’s hair back—cold, stinging. The mother with the baby carriage, the boy with the bike—and the police! Twelve seconds early. The trolley rushed by, and as she ran toward the center of the road, everything slowed like it was going in retrograde. Memory blurs that should’t have been—people she had never met […]Read more "Variable, Part One–The Sickness"