Stories

Friggy and Jewl were street kids in a world that had been changed by momentous events. They survived by simply taking what they could get, working if work presented itself, and choosing other means if needed. If that sometimes meant a little basic thievery, well, that was a part of the world they lived in. It was a big city, and small crimes were tough to solve.

Until one day when they picked up something unexpected, something unique. And in so doing, set off a pursuit that would ultimately redefine their very existence.

A long short story, presented complete.

💋🃏♠️⛓ Johnny Applebee has just entered a new chapter in his life. He wishes things to be just how they were. But, when he meets a young stranger who is completely different from anyone he had ever met before, he gets a surprise that he never expected.span widget

Kevin Thorne's life was pretty straight forward. With a loving mother and an adorable but annoying six year old brother as family, he didn't think he needed anyone else to make it better. But as usual, just when you think you have it all figured out, life throws a curve ball. And Kevin now has to adjust to accommodate a stranger in his family - a stranger who brings sudden change in how he felt about a lot of things in his life.

Two dragons suffering in love meet each other one day. This is the story of their trials together, with no guarantee that life will be easy.

This started as a story for the Grid Game and has gotten bigger.

Simon is a newly turned vampire, he's made his home in a lovely cave on a mountain.

Unfortunately, someone else has decided they like the cave too.

My prompt was - A newly-made vampire (verb) deep forest on a mountain no one dares enter (conjunction/pairing word) the cat won't move.

Chase has had a tough couple of years, and just when he thought the clouds were lifting, he faces another ending, one that threatens to send him back to a dark place. Hank was his rock, his perfect partner and best friend, but in one short evening, Chase managed to screw everything up. How will he survive the loss… and the guilt?

Following Jan Hutchinson's suggestion I'm writing postcard poems to answer Val's.

April is National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo), and the challenge is to write 30 poems (one per day) throughout the month. This year, I decided to do something a little different. Each day (or every other day, depending on my mood) I will write a 'postcard'--a short poem about my daily dealings with the COVID-19 pandemic. I will also write other poems as the mood (and daily prompts) strike me. I think it will be an interesting exercise to see how the poems change across the course of the month.

A sequel to The Dreamtrap.