The glass sparkled with morning sunlight, setting the new world on fire with sparks of ruby and vermilion. Outside, the sky brightened to a hazy blue. A shade like freedom and happiness. My fingers itched to release the hatch and step beyond this pretty cage, escaping into the swaying fields beyond. The golden stalks of … Continue reading Flash Fiction: The Domes
Ink. Dance across the carpet on happy black paws. New toys to chew! I crunch and play with this new discovery, creating artwork. Beautiful splotched pictures to show Mom and Dad. My name is Ink--and I like to eat pens. Only a little ironic that our puppy, Ink, decided to redecorate our bedroom carpet a … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Ink
The ice crunches under my toes. Popping, crackling. I leap to catch the flying flakes, snapping up the cold with numb jaws. Panting breaths fog the air, but the smells are crisp and clear as I tumble and play through heaps of white. What joy to be a dog in winter! Happy Snow Day!
It was 2AM. "Come on," I mumbled, tugging on the leash. "Stop dancing around. It's frickin' freezing out here." Icarus glanced over his shoulder, grinning a canine grin, then proceeded to eat some mystery substance buried in the dirty snow. Gross. I tugged again on the leash, less gently this time, and stomped my feet … Continue reading Short Story: Watcher
This night is a postcard. Black sky and inky waters alike lay frozen thick with snow, and the world sleeps beneath its winter blanket. Frost creaks with crystal voices. The tiny cries, enticing, draw this wanderer nearer, nearer... only to lash out with bitter shrieks. Cracking, breaking. Icy hands tear at my scarf, pressing frozen … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Ice Over the Falls
We were just meandering through Port Washington, walking our puppy and minding our own business, when the boom of cannon fire shattered the still morning air followed by the clang of clashing steel. What the heck?! Not what you expect to hear on a relaxing walk along the lake shore. Shouts and raucous laughter floated … Continue reading Pirates in Port Washington
And don't forget to check out Part 1 and Part 2 if you haven't already! The Reluctant Necromancer (Part 3) For a corpse, he looked pretty good. Well, considering he was an overweight, pasty, white guy who'd been dead for about a week already. I'm pretty talented with a makeup brush if I do say … Continue reading Short Story: The Reluctant Necromancy (Part 3)
If you haven't seen it, don't forget to check out Part 1! The Reluctant Necromancer (Part 2) Slowly, I turned back to the dead body, grasping a brush and several tubes of creams in white-knuckled hands. The words of the dead man echoed in my head. Frank the corpse was as still as before, skin … Continue reading Short Story: The Reluctant Necromancer (Part 2)
This idea popped into my head while my husband and I were listening to a writing panel at C2E2. I would love feedback and ideas from readers out there, ideas for characters, situations, whatever. Let's build a story together! The Reluctant Necromancer (Part 1) Customer complaints are an annoying fact of life--and something just about … Continue reading Short Story: The Reluctant Necromancer (Part 1)
These have to be some of the coolest pieces of artwork in Madison, WI. Gigantic, three-story tall birds, made out of scrap metal. No idea why they're there, but they're pretty awesome none-the-less. Great inspiration for a little flash fiction 🙂 "What do you think they are?" Asked Ada, one sneaker crunching onto the gravel … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Attack of the Giant Birds!