Miss Pebbles

Miss Pebbles

Last Wednesday morning I was startled awake by my phone ringing. Barely conscious I frantically pawed at my side table, eyes closed, looking for my phone. Groggily I said hello. Apologetically my mother asked if she woke me. It was clear she did but I told her not to worry… ...more

It comes to this or possibly that

I was going to try to end this year on a high note as last year’s last post was somewhat…depressing? Heavy? Melancholy? But I am not sure if that is going to happen or if we are even going to make it to the end of the year, you know, with doomsday approaching and everything… ...more

Sanctuary

So here is my entry into the “writing contest”. Enjoy.

– Tra

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Sanctuary

Now.

Ohmygod. Ohmygod. Ohmygod. Is what he thinks as he runs down the street. His heart is pumping in his chest just like his legs pump to keep him moving. He looks over his shoulder… ...more

Sleepless

We are going to try something here. Cory, my fellow / guest blogger, came up with the idea of us doing a kind of writing contest. We will come up with a basic premise or topic and then write a story based on that, edit and post. Then have our readers comment and see who’s… ...more

Just a Bit of Dialogue

I have been meaning to post some of my fiction for some time but I can’t bring myself to post any of it. For some reason I have a habit of being pretty depressive when I write. So I have decided to post some of my random dialogue. I do seem to be a bit ...more

A light in the Window

The light in the window was comforting; it was a tradition of his childhood that he couldn’t easily give up. That was until he reached the door and crossed the threshold. There was something uneasy about the shadows. They seemed somehow … denser, darker, almost like a tangible presence ready to lunge rather than a… ...more

Work.

… Screaming. Why is there always screaming?

I am keenly aware of how early I have been up today and all the days leading up to it. The chaos is doing all kinds of mind warping things to me. I can hear one of our assistants, Elan, yelling to the frigid molecules in the… ...more

Solace

I always believed the raven, although majestic in its blackened beauty was normally a solitary bird so it shocked me to see a flock of thousands upon opening the door. I must have given them a fright as well for all at once they took flight making early morning an artificial blue/black night. The sound… ...more