Hello everyone! As part of Short Story Saturday, I have posted another short story, this one entitled Thing That Must be Done – An Abecedarian Story. This story was inspired by https://www.writersdigest.com/prompts/abecedarian. It was done mostly for fun but I wanted to see whether I could make a compelling short story using a restrictive format. Plus, there were a couple of other short stories I am in the middle of writing that for one reason or another I could not finish “in time” (i.e. before Saturday) so I posted this story instead. It is also the reason why this story is shorter than usual. Regardless, please enjoy.
I stalk my prey late at night. Jumping from shadow to shadow, the city’s large and looming skyscrapers serve as the perfect cover. Killing a man is never a pleasant prospect. Letting him continue to perpetrate his nefarious deeds, though, was something I could not allow, especially after what I had learned.
Hello everyone! As part of Short Story Saturday, I have posted another short story, this one entitled The Scientist. Please enjoy. Note that I apologize for missing last week and I regret to say that updates will probably be a bit more sporadic than before. I am currently working on a novel. I will try and update as much as possible but between work and the novel, I may not have time to write a short story and when I do, the story will likely be very short. Thank you in advance for your understanding.
A beaker exploded. Shards of glass flew from the table, narrowly missing him, ricocheting off the walls. A cacophony of noises reverberated throughout the room. The ground shook with such ferocity that it was difficult for the scientist to maintain his balance. The smell of copper wafted in the air.
Hello everyone! As part of Short Story Saturday, I have posted another short story, this one entitled The Rosean-Tenebris War. Please enjoy.
Lady Aequitas wept. Her kingdom was splintering at the seams. The Land of Rosea had invaded the Land of Tenebris after years of peaceful coexistence. All effort made to unite the land of Libertas appeared to be for naught.
Hello everyone! As part of Short Story Saturday, I have posted another short story, this one entitled Confabulation during the Consumption of Morningtide Comestibles. Please enjoy. Original writing prompt taken from https://www.writersdigest.com/prompts/one-shot
“You seem to have quite an appetite this morning,” the woman muttered as she took the plate from the man seated at the kitchen table. He had just finished eating his third bagel and second instant waffle of the morning.
Hello everyone! As part of Short Story Saturday, I have posted another short story, this one entitled Non Morieris in Somnis Memorias. Please enjoy.
I’m walking through immaculate streets. Once vibrant and full of life, now sterile. The leaves blowing in the wind in front of me are its only occupants.
The ticks of a large clock tower in the center of town reverberate against my brain with each passing step, acting as a reminder of the inexorable nature of time. It can be seen and heard everywhere in this town. Its presence is inescapable.
I am exhausted. Not physically, mentally. Physical fatigue is impossible here.
As a bit of a supplement to my upcoming book, Ghosts are Assholes, here is another vignette into Vincent’s life that I hope you enjoy. It is entitled What I Learned In School Today.
“What’s the answer to number 2?” asked the young boy asked to the dowdy ghost floating over his left shoulder. His voice was barely loud enough for the ghost to hear him but just quiet enough to not attract the attention of his fourth grade teacher sitting at the front of the classroom behind her desk.
“Vincent!” the apparition admonished, “Are you asking me to cheat?”
As a bit of a supplement to my upcoming book, Ghosts are Assholes, here is another vignette into Vincent’s life that I hope you enjoy. It is entitled Just One Date.
“You have a lot of nerve showing up here after what you did,” Vincent said seeing the thin apparition in the reflection of the bathroom mirror.
“I know I dropped quite the large one,” a young brown-haired man said as he turned off the faucet next to Vincent and shook his hands above the sink, “But there’s no need to embarrass me about it.”
Vincent’s awkward attempts to apologize fell on deaf ears. The man gruffly dried his hands and left in silence. After this time confirming that nobody was in the bathroom with him, he turned and faced the poltergeist to continue their conversation.
As a bit of a supplement to my upcoming book, Ghosts are Assholes, here is a vignette into Vincent’s life that I hope you enjoy. It is entitled Do I really have to do this?
“This place is really nice,” Vincent told the apparition as he waited for the elevator. From the way Edward Freeman had described it, Vincent expected the place to be decrepit. Instead, he found himself in a beautiful ten-story glass building with a pianist in the lobby, the most definite sign of a classy establishment.
“A gilded cage,” Edward snarled floating above Vincent’s shoulder.