What the Storm Bore By Dana Fraedrich The snow fell in fat gentle flakes, covering the distant hills like mounds of cream over black treacle. Wind barely whispered past the pirouetting snow, but the clouds hanging low …
Tag: Flash Fiction
7 Wheels & a Podcast: OSU-Cascades’ Wheels Cohort Talk Writing & Read Their Work-Ep.35
Today we have an epic, action-packed episode for you, so get ready to geek out on reading and writing. The Wheels join us to explore their work, motivations, writer’s lives, and craft and style choices. There are …
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Unblocked: On the Livingstone estate, flies were sometimes the first indication that someone had died.
On the Livingstone estate, flies were sometimes the first indication that someone had died. Not always though. Occasionally the only indication was their absence at the weekend gathering and the ensuing silence when their seat remained empty …
The Graveyard: Chapter 2
The Graveyard: Chapter 2 Read chapter 1 here. Outside the door, I found a plain, boring, nondescript hallway. Every fifty feet or so stood another door, just like the one I had come out of. The hallway …
Treacherous Hope
A guest fiction by author Dana Fraedrich The world is empty. I don’t know what happened. They’re all just…gone. It’s not like the movies and TV shows where this sort of thing happens. At least it wasn’t …
MADNESS
A Short Story By Robert J. Waguespack “Hold still. Stop moving around.” Jeff tries not to fidget. He always fidgets when he’s nervous, his mom would tell him that. He and his wife, Margie, hide in the …
The Graveyard
A guest story by Michael Chrobak Fear. It was all that I felt. Terror gripped my muscles. My heart raced. My eyes were wide. What was it that had frightened me so? I squished my eyes tight …
Skipping Stones
Tears fall like rain on an April morning. A plume of breath. Three skips of the heart. She hurls the tiny stone with all her might. It bounces–once, twice, three times. Thunderous beauty. Weathered and beaten like …
Short Story
This one is short. She loved him. He picked dandelions for her each day. Others scoffed. It didn’t matter. She loved him.
