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Unexpected Company

I dropped the glass on the ground and watched as the glowing blue liquid oozed off the broken pieces of the slide, toward the toolbox where I’d just stored the jar. My breath caught in my throat as I watched the specimen wiggle its mass between the seal of the toolbox. My hands shook asContinue reading “Unexpected Company”

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The Scientific Method

Sean tilted his head. “It’s a jar of dirt.” Dylan sounded disappointed. “That’s not dirt,” Emily added. “I’ve seen dirt. That’s not it.” Sean and I gave our daughter a questioning look. She shrugged. “I’ve been studying different things with the microscope you bought me last year. Dirt is mostly what I’ve studied since that’sContinue reading “The Scientific Method”

Mixing Genres

This is the second installment in a short story called “Better Than Fiction” that I’ve decided to serialize. Let me know what you think in the comments! See the first installment here. “I really thought we’d finally caught a break,” Sean whispered. I kissed the scruffy cheek of the man I’d married so many yearsContinue reading “Mixing Genres”

A Bump in the Road

At first, we thought the black liquid was oil, that we’d struck it rich and that we’d be able to retire and live in leisure. We actually started writing down all the ways we’d spend the money. Our first choice was an estate out in the country, with wide open spaces for the kids toContinue reading “A Bump in the Road”

Memory Found

Kerri watched as the bedroom door eased open and a man’s head popped into view. “Kerri, honey, are you alright?” He inched in slowly, as if afraid he might startle her, like she was a rabid animal. She breathed deep and nodded her head. She couldn’t bring herself to speak, because she could not recallContinue reading “Memory Found”

Memory Missing

Kerri furiously tore through the sheets and pillows, seeking him out. Why couldn’t she recall his name? And who was he to her? Her mind, still fuzzy from the dizzying dream that felt all too real, searched frantically for the memory of whoever he was, something to cling on to. As her hands worked throughContinue reading “Memory Missing”

In the End — Sharing

Another great piece on the Drabble. How can someone be so riveting in so little words?! By Donna L. Greenwood “When they drop the bomb, there’ll be nothing left worth surviving for,” he said. And then they dropped the bomb. I couldn’t bring myself to gobble up the pills or drink the vodka he hadContinue reading “In the End — Sharing”

Sharing from the Drabble

By Richard Helmling As the ash piled up on the sixth day, they finally decided to head south. “Por favor,” they made their son practice as they drove. They avoided El Paso because the last radio broadcasts they had received said it was impossible to cross there. So they found a seemingly desolate stretch of […]Continue reading “Sharing from the Drabble”

Keeping Time

Another old assignment from my undergrad years as a creative writing major at UCF. “Again Daddy, again,” Susie laughed as her father, Frank, finished waltzing her around their private garden. The array of flowers changed from side to side, surrounding the father and his daughter with pink and red roses, white and purple carnations, aromaticContinue reading “Keeping Time”