Small Town Problems: Book 2 Chapter 1 -Part 2/2

Need to catch up on previous installments first? Click here to go back to the main story page. “Robert!” He grumbled for a moment and I saw his hand clench and release. “I think I’m more confused now. How am I supposed to impress them when I have no accomplishments?” “There are often things more

Small Town Problems: Book 2 Chapter 1 -Part 1/2

Need to catch up on previous installments first? Click here to go back to the main story page. Har’elday stepped down from the tractor and wiped his brow, “You really need to get one of those newer models with the air conditioning.”  I shook my head and laughed. It was early spring and the temperature

Another Writing Contest

So, I entered another short story contest! This one is done by votes of the readers. I’d like it if you voted for the one you like best, but I do hope that ends of being mine! The category is supposed to be FEAR, so keep that in mind before you decide to read them…

Going Home: Part 2/2

“My lady…” she ticked her tongue to scold me, “Apologies. Sarah, may I ask where you were traveling from?” “Well, Sir Alexander…” It was my turn to tick my tongue. “Apologies. Alexander, I was returning from a hunting expedition. My brothers stayed behind as they were certain to be on the trail of the white

Going Home – New Short Story

Today, I have a new short story for you! I originally submitted this for a 4k word short story contest, but it didn’t make it in. Due to the length, I will be dividing this into two parts for ease of reading. This story is going to be my future novella/novel (not sure which one

Going Home: Part 1/2

The blade missed taking my arm by a hair, which allowed me to close the gap and strike him through the side. My opponent grabbed me by the neck and whispered into my ear, “Now that was art.” I narrowly won the match against Sir Carter. I had beaten him a week prior, but his

Rewrite – Debtor’s Prison

Just a heads up since I think this is an improvement, I rewrote Debtor’s Prison in past tense. I’m not sure why I did it as present tense before, I just don’t like the feel, especially if I continue that story on into a larger work. If you haven’t read it yet, now would be

Small Town Problems

Even though his… her… no, let’s go with its, helmet was cracked, the head didn’t explode like the movies predicted. I carefully removed and sat the helmet aside, avoiding the ooze of what I assumed was blood. The helmet was some sort of a crystalline mesh, slightly bumpy and a bit rough. I guess it