Ruth was pregnant. This would be a wonderful blessing to her home. Phillip was happy and very excited to welcome an addition to the…
It starts off with darkness. Nothing but the deep blackness and the feelings of my surroundings. I know where I am. I’m in my bed…
by Thom Garrett and Danna Colman
I awake, unwillingly.
The sun is streaming in through the window from the split in my old curtains. I need to remember to pull them all the way closed at night.
By the Rum-Soaked Lily
She stretched her tiny white and grey paws out in front of her, letting her claws slip out from within. Her small head rested on her legs, her eyes shut in blissful slumber.
I took in a shaky breath.
It was going to be a show of tactical mastery — months of planning and the dominos were finely poised. Seven Hundred and Twenty Odd Days had passed since their last encounter. He certainly wasn’t going to lose this time.
Have you ever experienced French kiss?
Story 2 // 2018: A Year of Stories
Crippling. Biting. Stabbing and twisting. The words I remember I’d thought. Small pokes and pricks mutate into throbbing plunges, desperate jabs at my heart. I’d always thought I could trust the unassuming hands of a quiet friend.
I was busy pretending Lucinda Williams were saying my name, and I showed her a pleasant bottle of bourbon as we…