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,

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StoryTime Blog Hop: July 2019

Coming Soon: By Karen Lynn By the time Anna was old enough to remember, there was nothing left. The chicken house had burned down. The factory, the roundhouse, and the hotel had been torn down to make room. Then, the corrugated steel businesses they made room for sputtered and died. Even the churches had trouble

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 January 2019

The Footnote by Karen Lynn “Let’s be honest. You’re not really marrying the man. You’re marrying the library.” My cousin knew me well. The viscount’s library was the work of generations. His family was known for the eccentricity that drove them to collect the world’s most obscure texts, and for the legendary reserve that kept

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

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StoryTime Blog Hop-Let the Countdown Begin!

I’m working on pulling a story together for the StoryTime Blog Hop later this month.  One day before the deadline for Links (July 20th), and just eight days left before the blog hop, itself (July 27th). Everybody’s invited to write with us, this g0-round, and you’re always welcome to read. One of the benefits of the blog

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