Originally posted 2016-11-18 17:00:59. She watched the acorn fall slowly down the tree from one of the topmost branches of the giant old oak. The withered old tree barely ever produced many leaves, but was always able to create a multitude of fun lit hatted nuts as her MoSi had always called after them. Buri-Jaan…
Originally posted 2016-10-28 08:00:00. Returning to the bar wasn’t easy. I parked and took a deep breath. It had been a long night. Survived another round. I picked up my gun from the passenger seat. Its familiar weight steady in my hands. I was thankful to have it, and my prime bullets, back in my…
Originally posted 2016-10-21 12:00:19. How dare she call me a lil demon! I scrunch myself down into the tiniest possible position I can, and my eyes dilate, working out the exact calculation I need. I pounce, not so much graceful as I am flexible, so I bounce more than fly. My teeth try to find…
Originally posted 2016-10-14 12:00:53. Once a month, Vigak craved treacle tarts. She craved them so much, that she had learned long ago how to make them for herself, and she would make and devour an entire batch during the full moon. A tiny scar could be visible if she moved in just the right angle,…
Originally posted 2016-02-19 08:00:01. Chapter 1: Underground (FWF: Shiver) Chapter 2: The New World (FWF: Barren) Chapter 3: Dinty Moore is a Delicacy (FWF: Red) Amy was moving slowly and there was nothing she could do about it. The topography of the Pittsburgh area is notable for its makeup of hills and trees, broken up only…
You can see the vapours of the heat rising from the sand dunes, and you know that your toes are going to be sensitive to the heat of the near powder soft sandy coloured sand. You imagine you’re out on the Sahara Desert, walking up and down the dunes, trying to find a lost camel…
Washes Away Tears, Emerging Renewed She whispered this each time the lazy miniature tide pushed the bubbly salty water across her bare toes. The rain was good for hiding heavy downpours of sadness, but only the ocean, when she was fully submerged, could steal her salty tears and meld them with the cool brine of…
Okay, so I’m not sure you’re ready for the real story of the bullet holes, but I’m gonna tell you. It starts where any good story does: CHILI. Yup, it was the Mayfair Annual Chili Cook-off Competition at the Mayfair Fairgrounds. People from all around the states were dragging their Dutch ovens*, sure that they…
She waits. It’s not a gentle wait, like watching water lazily lap against the rocks at a shoreline. It’s the anticipation. The nervous anxious dread that bangs around inside her wasted heart. It is the wait of a person who is exhausted. Mortal coils can be brutally heavy to carry, drag, and walk with. But…
Squeek….Squeek…Squeek…Oars dipped in and out of the water in measured, methodical strokes. The creaky oarlocks of the rowboat twisted with every pull, announcing Holly’s presence on the still lake. Ensconced in fog, she paused to listen for the tiny swish of a fishing line, the plunking of the sinker on its descent to attract…
Originally posted 2016-11-29 20:00:45. *INSERT STANDARD OPENING* Wait, if this is your first time here, you might want to back up. Not sure how you tripped onto this part before all the others, but dude, seriously, head back to the start and work your way up here. This will be a lot easier to follow…
Originally posted 2016-11-27 20:00:11. Welcome back! If you’re just joining these recaps for the first time, lemme just say, it’s a mighty silly place to start. Go back to Episodes 1-3. Behave and start at the proper beginning. As usual, this is NOT for the kiddos, and not for the workplace, unless your boss is…
Originally posted 2016-11-04 17:00:24. Chugga-chugga-chugga-chugga CHOOO-CHOOOOO!!!! All aboard the feels train! Yeah, I didn’t get as much done as I had hoped today, and I’m heading out shortly for the evening, so I am trying to rush this post a bit, but know this: I FREAKING LOVE THIS STORYLINE. Not even kidding. Last night, I…
Originally posted 2016-09-16 17:00:25. She had wanted to go to BookCon since she was a little girl and had first heard about it. Every year though, there was some other reason for her not to be able to go; school, medical emergency, gas tank full of holes; whatever the reason, she had sadly waited years…
Originally posted 2016-06-24 08:00:32. Chapter 2: The New World (FWF: Barren) Chapter 3: Dinty Moore is a Delicacy (FWF: Red) Chapter 4: Bad Dogs (FWF: Luck) Chapter 5: Hold Steady (FWF: Believe) Chapter 6: Breaktop (FWF: Campfire) Amy was in a nearly blind panic. Her freedom from the four dogs, so recently earned, was purchased with exhaustion….