Hello all! This is a quick update. I am currently working a large project that requires dedication and time away from updating, however, I will update the site with new content when I can. Microfiction Monday will resume as normal. Longer work/short stories may take time for updates. "Fractured" will likely not resume posting in … Continue reading May Update
Eight wheels roll, roll, roll. Bump and pass, I watch as you make the bend, cheering in anticipation for the next pass. But, my heart pumps and thumps against every hit you take.
The first day of class, Dr. Templeton tells us to gather into our designated groups. We scoot our desks into a circle facing each other. I’m in a group of four and one of them probably in his late 30s. I didn't really think about students being older and joining our class. I always thought … Continue reading Fractured 13
She rounds the bend of the lake, fingers flexing on her broom. Her boot lacing skims the water, a bright smile on her face. The metal beasts sit silent, watching her dance.
Brown coils of hair waft down a lithe frame boosted by frills and bolts of pink. Her hand extends, waiting for a partner to come forward. Her eyes flash across the room looking for anyone to step forward. Each and every person refrains from making eye contact. The lead purses her lips and nods at … Continue reading The Ballroom Dancer
She soars into the sky as curious birds watch. Some fly with her as she passes by. Others wave. And others turn their backs.
I pull the car off into the dirt gravel path down through some trees. The thicket starts getting denser. The sound of birds calling out fills the summer air as they swoop between branches. I bring the car around slowly to a clearing. An outdoor park with all the amenities, playgrounds, stationary grills, and bathroom … Continue reading Fractured 12
The king sits upon his throne, stoic, watching his subjects and scrutinizing their every move. She says hello to the man and he returns a nod, his eyes never meeting hers.
We get into my car, my baby. I get in on the driver's side. Jill takes her time. I see her clearing her mascara in the mirror and then takes in my car. After she's in, she whistles at the interior. I start the engine and WKQX blasts into the car. Smashing Pumpkin’s Geek USA … Continue reading Fractured 11
She’s late, arriving half an hour after the queen had. The queen waves to her as she approaches. The queen’s smile forms on her lips and tears well up.