Friday Fiction: Dead like me — A chance meeting
Previously — I mean, seriously, sending Death to someone in a fortune teller’s place is not good. However, when I think about it, the irony of the whole thing is hilarious. […]
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Friday Fiction: Dead like me: a Grim’s tale
What happens when you die? Does your spirit rejoice at being reunited with the almighty Creator, or lament at the never-ending torture in a brimstone underworld? Does your soul drift […]
Friday Fiction: Into the house’s shadow
You grab a flashlight and head out into the stormy night. You could swear someone is squatting in the abandoned house across the street. You slip around to the back […]
Friday Fiction: The elf from Elswhyre
If you’re looking to visit the sky elves, you have to go to Avryware. Good luck finding a way up to those floating islands. What? You’re here to visit us? […]
Friday Fiction: The Lovers’ Diary
May 20, 3:30 p.m. Schuyler, Nebraska A few wispy clouds speckled the azure sky. Sunshine filtered through the weeping willows leaves, landing on a teenager’s pearly face. Her boyfriend stared […]
Friday Fiction: Gossip in the Woods (Continued)
Previously in “Gossip in the Woods:” “New humans from the clearing are playing hook the fish with a stick. Looks like the tall human caught a mini one,” Wolf said. […]
Friday Fiction: Gossip in the woods
The black bear was sitting by a cluster of ancient pine trees (nobody knew the exact age of the trees, but no one really knew how to count anyways and […]
Friday Fiction: For the love of…
Host: Hello everyone and welcome to the 23rd annual Dating Game! We searched the entire country for the most eligible bachelors, and tonight one of them will go on an […]
Friday Fiction: Bringing family together
Tucker would have hated this match-up. Seattle versus New England. ‘Are you kidding me,’ he would have said. Coast to coast. So predictable and cliché. But nevertheless, he would have […]
Friday Fiction: No greater love
He wished he’d died with his wife. Jonathan curled up in bed and did what he had done almost every night for the past five years — he reminisced about […]