In the living room of a small house on Marigold Street that had a freshly mowed lawn and a prim garden bordered by daisies, Evan…
That Halloween was cool and foggy, making it even more creepy and mysterious than Lacey remembered. She was seven years old, and she wanted to…
Officer O’Meara is tired. The coffee at the precinct is so bad that he didn’t manage to choke a cup down before setting off in…
Of my two daughters, Maggie was the stable one, with a sensible answer for every difficulty life threw at us. Except when it came to…
Saturdays were the best days, and in the holiday season they were best of all. Shoppers came stamping in, parcels rustling, the bell on the…
Principal Swank leaned back, his rolling chair squeaking beneath him, and placed his fingers behind his head as if he intended to take a nap.…
New Years Day dawned brilliantly clear and bitingly cold, as if the world had become a giant cryogenic chamber. Bonnie Rasmussen-Peterson expected this from Minnesota…
This short story was a contest entry a writing prompt contest. I love fiction contests, as they are so motivating, with a prompt and a…
The path along the riverbank was muddy from a morning rainstorm. Jillian trudged the half-mile walk to Grandfather’s house, past the farmlands, the old rancher’s…
Frogs croaked in a rhythm as if timed to a metronome, and fireflies flickered in the rushes. On the deck, a glass of wine in…