Storytime Blog Hop: April 2020

One More Time He wasn’t a god or a demon, or an angel, or anything like that. He never explained anything, so he wasn’t even a teacher, really. He was just a watcher. An observer. He ran the experiment, and he recorded what happened. That was all. He’d been doing that since the fall. The

Storytime Blog Hop January 2020

The Daughter of Disappearing Creek People talked about her. When she went into town–which wasn’t often–they stared at her, too. She knew what they were thinking, and they weren’t wrong. No. Far from it. The rumors, the whispers, even the hushed warnings… they were all true. The gossips never said anything she wouldn’t have said,

StoryTime Blog Hop: April 2019

Something Different Emma May Barnes never would have noticed she was dead, if one of the other ladies hadn’t pulled her aside. “Pardon me,” the woman said, as if she were going to mention that Emma May’s slip was showing, “There’s no good way to say this…” Emma May’s slip was not showing, and her

StoryTime Blog Hop: Sugar in the Raw

She needed the money. That was the long and short of it. Land of opportunity… maybe. But opportunities cost money, and she was living out of a suitcase, and eating her last few dollars. When she left home, those meager savings seemed like a fortune. Now—two weeks into New York City—she could see they wouldn’t

StoryTime Blog Hop January 2018

Megan’s Virus By the time she dragged the last piece of her mother’s ancient computer out of the garage, Megan was sweaty and sore, and there were spiderwebs stuck to her hands and face. She connected the cables, flipped the switches, and held her breath. If it didn’t work, she might as well have spent

Storytime October 2017

The Cloud A computer glitch, she thought. A file that came with the machine, a crystal-clear something to show off the display, or a piece of bloat-ware fluff that never got erased, and wound up being sucked up into the cloud with the video of her family and the pictures of their vacation. She changed

The Past Tastes Better

The Past Tastes Better Ninety-nine times out of a hundred, my job is nothing. Forty or fifty years, or in rare cases, seventy, but never much more. A quick nip in time, back to some church dinner or Bar Mitzvah to pick up gramma’s secret recipe—whatever it happened to be—and back to collect the check.

StoryTime Blog Hop: Your Invitation

We’re a little less than a month out from the next StoryTime Blog Hop, and I’m actually getting the invitation out in time that everyone has an actual opportunity to write a short story. The deadline for links is July 20, this time around, and the Fabulous Juneta Key will be hosting (again. Because she’s

True Self

I don’t know why I took the pills. It wasn’t smart. Just a moment of try-anything desperation, and a gulp of water, and two slightly luminous capsules the size of castor beans went sliding down my throat. Half a second after I swallowed, I decided to put my finger down my throat. That was the

Cemeteries and Science

Somewhere, in the Great American Prairie, on land that belonged to a town that no longer exists, you will find a small cemetery. Be sure you close the gates. You don’t want to chase the cows out, and the volunteer who mows doesn’t want to clean up after them. Now and then, a new grave

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