Rabbith looked over the wall at the returning invaders. No one had yet broken through into the city, and Rabbith didn’t fear that changing now. Whatever rumors rattled the courage of his countrymen, he did not fear them. They had a god who fought for them? Fine. So did Rabbith…
Archive for Original Fiction – Page 16
Lady Armand, Lady McKenzie, and Mr. Troughton sat at the table, sipping their after-dinner coffee and gazing out the window. The train had entered a tremendous horseshoe curve, and the valley below was lit by heavy afternoon sun. Lady McKenzie set down her cup. “I meant to ask you: Have…
The alarms jerked Andrey from a deep slumber. He swam in thick memories, disoriented, the insistent drilling of the alarm dragging him to consciousness. He woke, lost, having let something slip away, something he had thought important while still asleep. He pushed the lid of his sleeping capsule open and…
Gregory peered cautiously from the hollow in which he had hidden himself. The form was obscured by his shielding of brambles, but it was certainly the woman. Even with an incomplete view, her beauty made an impression. It was like the sun sparkling on fresh snow. Only, there was…
This entry is part 1 of 24 in the series What's Left of My Life
In the fall of 2008, I was missing my old friends in the Story Project. (And by “old friends,” I mean the characters I had written during 2005 and 2006.) Inspired, I decided to start writing the journal of Britney Bontrager again. Britney Bontrager was an intelligent, stubborn, quirky, selfish, outcast of…
The man known as Luke lowered himself, groaning, into the chair they indicated. He blinked in the harsh, too-bright light of the single exposed bulb. A man in an officer’s uniform set a paper on the table and pressed it forward, setting a pen in front of Luke. “Sign it.”…
The ocean spread out calm and blue below, the sky calm and blue above. Clouds of white glided between, drifting softly with the wind. Upon a cloud small and thick lay a child, a boy of four or five. His hair was golden, his limbs fine and smooth, his cheeks…
This entry is part 27 of 27 in the series NaNoWriMo
“Molly. Molly. Come on, talk to me, Molly.” “Shh! What part of radio silence don’t you understand?” “I’ve never been that keen on silence.” “Oh, don’t I know it. Can’t talk. We’re going in.” Clint tried to get another word in before the line was cut. No luck. He leaned…
This entry is part 26 of 27 in the series NaNoWriMo
Just beneath the control room, Clint took out the hallway cameras before Molly had a chance to tell him herself. The image-commands were thin and chaotic now, as if Arturo didn’t know what the next move should be and kept trying out options. Finally, three words occurred to him, surfacing…
He sat on the beach, his feet deep in wet sand and sinking deeper with each caress of the sea. He was old now. He knew not how old. Long ago he had ceased in the counting of days, finding no meaning in them. He knew he was old because…
Males: We are Ronkar, created from the mountain rock, created in the image of the Creator. Females: We are Ronkar, formed in the likeness of sun and moon, formed in likeness of sea and cloud. Chief Loaka: We are Ronkar, united in diversity by the will of God, paired from…
This entry is part 25 of 27 in the series NaNoWriMo
Three levels up, in a flurry of fire, din, explosions, and shouts. Bullets whizzed past his head; flame throwers singed his hair; shrapnel from crudely constructed bombs streaked over his body as he hit the floor. The picture-commands from Molly came in swift sequence, showing him his next action before…
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