Monthly Archives: July 2012

Word Count: 313 It was at the cabin she’d taken over after her father had died where they had their worst argument yet. “Why are they called Endless Mountains,” he said, “when there’s obviously a beginning and end. Don’t even … Continue reading →

Word Count:  310 They told her he was bad but of course, she didn’t believe them. Young girls believe in the power of love, nothing more. It’s new to them, you see, to have someone who tells you that you … Continue reading →

Word Count:  372 The worst horror of all is not in that instant when you recognize the possibility, nor in the aftermath of the event. It is rather in the slow motion happening, the thousand and one frames that make … Continue reading →

Word Count:  352 He looked around at his new office, bigger than he had imagined. Walnut furniture. Light steel gray plush carpeting. A few Picassos and a Matisse. Prints, of course, but reflecting his new status as much as the … Continue reading →

Word Count:  471 She lived all her life at the outskirts of town, beyond the reach of the routines and bustle of regulated life. She grew her own food in well-tended gardens, ate fresh fruit and vegetables summer into fall, … Continue reading →

Word Count:   360 The mountains drip cherry trees down their scattered slate chins. The weeds and small brush clamber uphill like groupies, wild in their adoration of the rock star tall trees. It’s a peaceful and natural setting. No one … Continue reading →

Word Count: 469 “I’m a witch,” she said and she looked it. Gorgeous long black hair and a dress cut down to there. Huge lavender eyes with a corona of thick lashes; full, full garnet lips. At least that’s my … Continue reading →

Word Count:  348 Gravedigger stood off in the shadows of the bordering elms waiting for the end of the service. His arms carelessly leaned on his shovel as he eyed the small cluster of mourners, spent the time figuring out … Continue reading →

Word Count:  354 He’s the guy next door. Lived there for as long as you can remember. Was about thirteen or fourteen, you think, when his family moved in. Nice people, stuck to themselves but were there if you needed … Continue reading →

Word Count:  486 Too far. It’s just gone too far. I wake in a fetal position. Blood pounding through my head tells me I am alive. A wicked cramp strains through my whole body but I cannot stretch out. My … Continue reading →