A Letter From A Work of Fiction #8
Welcome to the bi-monthly letter from A Work of Fiction. These letters will go out on a weekend when we have enough published stories to warrant a letter. And things have been picking up steam lately. So, here we are.
We will be recruiting fiction writers in the next couple of months to add to our small stable of great writers. A Work of Fiction is a fiction publication brought to you by Assemblage. These newsletters always have friend links so everyone can read them whether they have a paid Medium account or not.
Stories Since Our Last Letter
To Doubt The Stars by Bradley J Nordell
“As the shadows of another life ebbed within the crevasse of his memory, as TIME did its work upon the neural pathways of his mind, Psi had no choice but to let go and fall into a place that was not death nor rebirth, but some other macabre oblivion of being.”
“Harriet and Bob pause rocking for a moment — long enough to reach towards each other and gently hold hands.
They watch cars drive by and birds frolic in trees, enjoying their sunset days, together.”
A Continuing Series
Deadly Desire: Chapter №3 by Estrella Ramirez
“There it was. The truth of why I’d always avoided talking about my father abusing my mother. I felt responsible for every time he laid a hand on her because I’d failed to do anything to stop it from happening again. “It’s my fault she’s dead.”
Deadly Desire: Chapter №4 by Estrella Ramirez
“The color drained from my face. I’d all but forgotten the unsettling encounter with the man who had been watching me. The room felt like it was spinning, grabbing onto a chair, I steadied myself. There really was someone here last night, but how did they get into my office, and why did they bring Azelias file to Rafi?”
Deadly Desire: Chapter №5 by Estrella Ramirez
“Recounting the piles of reports documenting calls to the residence for a domestic disturbance, I wondered if the officers then saw the writing on the wall, as we did now listening to what led up to Adalee’s final days.”
A New Series
Anna’s Suitcase: Prologue by Mary Jones
“Anna was rocking in her chair, her tattered shirt still hanging off her arm. Her face was stained with blood-filled tears. They were coming to take her, even though he was the one who hurt her. She was only a woman in this world, though. Her voice didn’t matter now. Maybe one day it would. Everything that she cared about was in her suitcase, which sat beside her as she rocked back and forth. She had packed it after their fight.”
The Quote
“Two hours of writing fiction leaves this writer completely drained. For those two hours he has been in a different place with totally different people.” — Roald Dahl
A Final Note
We believe in this publication. It has legs. It will have bigger legs. Stay tuned as we find the fiction writers who are writing under the radar in this digital landscape.
