The awesome co-hosts for the June 1 posting of the IWSG are SE White, Cathrina Constantine, Natalie Aguire, Joylene Nowell Butler, and Jacqui Murray! It’s another last-minute post for me this week. The first Wednesday of the month seems to come so quickly, sometimes! I’ve been busy–with life, mostly–and well, anyway… that whoosh? It was time getting away from me.
Last day of Nano. I didn’t wind up hitting 50,000. I did come up with a bunch of short stories that wouldn’t have existed, if I didn’t set a November goal. Short stories are much more immediate than a novel. It won’t take me six months to revise short stories and get them out the
Today is the second day of Nanowrimo, which means that by midnight tonight, I should have somewhere in the neighborhood of… math, math, math… 3,334 words. That’s all of my stories for the Storytime Blog Hop next year, and a solid start on something a little more serious to submit for publication. Obviously, this post
What They Wanted The aliens came. For a while, it looked like they were going to stay. Some people thought the world was ending, and others thought that the age of miracles had begun. Visitors from space, or invaders from space. Conquerors or saviors? The aliens came, and then… one day, they were gone. Some
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
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,
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
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
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
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