Short Stories
Why write short stories? A quick reward and easy dopamine hit for completion. Ironically, I complain when I read dark and disturbing short stories, but those are the kind I tend to write. Enjoy!
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The Magic of Knitting
Marguerite had to finish soon. They were coming. The ground was rumbling from their march to her family’s farm. She blocked out the noise and knitted. The cast-on spell had already infused her creation. As she manipulated the yarn, magic weaved through the cloth, circling around the stitches. Her cast-off spell was at the ready…
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Earning the Cold Shoulder
I waited at the crosswalk, legs shivering against the wind. I knew I looked great in my favorite red double-breasted coat and short black skirt, but it left my legs exposed to the elements. In my defense, the skirt I had chosen to wear to meet Weston made my legs look stunning, but didn’t do…
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Going Viral
Fellow travelers at the small-town bar told Seth about the local lore surrounding Amenazas Falls. “Local tribes used the Falls as a rite of passage. Boys who walked under the falls and made it out the other side became men,” said one young woman, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Not to mention…
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Avoid Red on Darwin
The Darwin Space Station is still seven hundred and ninety-five days away. It will be complete when we get there, but my shuttle’s sleeping pod sucks. It wasn’t the bed, the steel grate floor, the medicine-scented dry air, or the uncomfortable chill. It was the red wall; candy apple, carnival, garish red wall with a…
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The Deception of the Devout
Martin sat at the front of the boat, gazing at an inky black island through the night mist. It was close to dawn, the sunrise’s anticipatory glow on the horizon, and the boat cut through the seas. It rode the waves and split the whitecaps. He clutched the book to his chest, protected in the…