Short Story <= 7500 words
Submitted by Laika on Sun, 11/09/2008 - 17:36.
And Lo, the traveller came at last to the sky's edge. He put down his staff + poked his head thru the fabric of space, beholding the mighty clockwork of the cosmos, the great turning gears, the merry go round and the ferris wheel. He smelled the heavenly corndogs and heard the calliope music. And he said, "Hey wait for me you guys!"
An X is a KISS
but NOT when
playing SCRABBLE
by LAIKA PUPKINO
Submitted by stanman on Thu, 10/30/2008 - 04:03.
Silver Blood-Epilogue
As we lifted away from the now burning city, I heard a voice emit from a solitary figure in the back, "Well done, but there are questions to be answered."
Submitted by Admin on Mon, 09/22/2008 - 03:21.
Submitted by Dale M. Cannon on Sat, 07/05/2008 - 14:11.
Submitted by HeatherRoseBrown on Fri, 05/23/2008 - 00:09.
Dragons gotta eat ... so do unicorns. This isn't good news for a girl named Food.
Submitted by Daughter of Theon on Thu, 04/03/2008 - 14:31.
With Apologies to J.M. Barrie
By
Daughter of Theon
If I should die before I wake…
Submitted by Laika on Sat, 03/29/2008 - 02:25.
A story told in the form of an article about the old Humphrey Bogart movie that PULP FICTION was based on...
VINCE VEGA IN VITA-VISION
by Laika Pupkino
Submitted by Daughter of Theon on Fri, 03/14/2008 - 20:45.
The Glaistig
By
Daughter of Theon
Pain was part of life, he knew that and for so many years he had accepted the pain. Now though it was different. It wasn’t that the pain was any greater; he just felt that same pain a little bit more. Before she left he could have endured anything, in their fifty-three years together she had given him his strength, now she was gone, as was his strength and his will to endure.
Submitted by Wanda Cunningham on Sun, 03/09/2008 - 17:01.
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Everybody knows, wishes only come true under starlight....
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Star Bright
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by Wanda Cunningham
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Submitted by Admin on Fri, 02/29/2008 - 18:06.
When it's over, there's only silence left...
Birdsong
by Joyce Melton
Submitted by Edeyn Blackeney on Tue, 02/19/2008 - 21:11.
Meanwhile . . .
by Edeyn Hannah Blackeney
She stood on the balcony, the light blazing over her left shoulder to warn off ships with captains still too stubborn to update to modern equipment. Her hair kept annoyingly blowing into her mouth as the wind whipped it around her head -- not at all like you see in the movies where the wind is always in your face and hair billows out behind your head in a cloud that never tangles.
Submitted by Edeyn Blackeney on Tue, 02/19/2008 - 17:24.
Quarry
by Edeyn Hannah Blackeney
She brushed a matted hank of wet hair away from her eyes, wishing she would have had the presence of mind to braid it back before the Hunt. Even through the rain, the trail was clear, as though the animal knew he was more than a match for her. She swung her right leg along as she pushed through the mud, the wooden guides the armorer had sewn into the protective leather over her leg were doing exactly what they were meant to do and prevented her poorly healed injury from keeping her from her duty to family and Duke Ashley. She let her mind wander a bit, as she moved between the trees and brush through the ever more soggy mud.
Submitted by Edeyn Blackeney on Tue, 02/19/2008 - 15:10.
Off-Camera Christmas
by Edeyn Hannah Blackeney
(With apologies to Charles M. Schultz)
All of the characters in the following story are solely the property of Charles M. Schultz and his estate (We miss you, Chuck!), with the exception of the cameraman. I claim nothing for myself except the thought to put the story together.
One of everyone's favorite things to watch, come the Yuletide season, is A Charlie Brown Christmas. But did you ever wonder what happened behind the scenes?
Submitted by Nick B on Fri, 02/15/2008 - 13:18.
Flashback
(c) Nick B 2007
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