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Joined June 2011 and calls http://ficly.com/authors/lender-truth home.

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Stories

  1. John Holland's Sacrifice

    “Not Denver Colorado!” Vana cried, “They murdered Edward Davidson, and his wife and three-year-old daughter too!” “What shall I tell the Sheriff?” Anna asked. “Hang up”. John had been formulating a reloca...

  2. Prying Eyes

    They’re everywhere; neon eyes of blue, green, gold, white and red, in all spectrums of ish’s too. From the moment I wake up, they follow me around. They sit and wait in every room. I shut every door but their tiny cousins wait for me in oth...

  3. Snowflakes Chasing Fireflies (Mature)

  4. Treasures

    The nurse gently pointed to her mouth and then mine. I suddenly realized I had something in my mouth and my lips were sealed. The nurse handed me a clear slate with a scrolling animation of me laying in a hole in the ground: A man climbs into the hole ...

  5. Seated At the Right Hand of God

    The last thing I remember is boiling air peeling away my skin. Thick encrusted mucous seals my eyes. A breeze awakens every follicle, the sound of the sun hitting my skin heats my blood. I’m confined, covered in grit and dust, but feel a newness ...

  6. Great Minds Think Differently

    Jonathan knows I don’t understand these things called raging waters. He knows I panic trying to understand how my world moves. He’s on the sunny side of the B&W river and I’m standing in a fog on the other. My mind is seizing up; ...

  7. Rose Red Robes

    As Angelica regurgitated the bones into the sewer, the sound of metal clogs echoed down from the mezzanine. The duncery lay at the other end of the Grand Hall on the upper floor and she was supposed to be attending to them. Those students were locked i...

  8. A Bruised Star

    You showed me what was out There, you teased me with your magnificent eyepiece. You stepped back one to many times offering me a view of the Wylds. It’s your fault my quills itch, my hollow bones scream to unfold my massive wings. But you spent t...

  9. The Aloof Poet

    He couldn’t help it, the sing-song way thoughts formed in his head. Never an easy yes or no, but a long nonsensical twisted braid of words that usually left someone with a painful throbbing headache that rhymed. He saw letters, and the words they...

  10. A Veranda With A View

    I can hear the clatter and clanking of glass jars, tin rings, kettles, slamming ovens and busy women coming from behind the back door. They’re all there, generations dressed in aprons and kitchen sweat. And they’re having fun, listening to ...

  11. Portion Control

    Hugging a cold steel mixing bowl, I gently prepare to transfer scentless spices of a life now burned out. I fight the urge to fold, mix, stir and blend her, thinking maybe I can still fix her sunken brittle life. I start taller and go smaller. I’...

  12. Mud Room

    This is the part I hate; stripping out of these tight wet coverings and boots. I can see my reflection in the back door’s window as I watch steam billow out the unzipped gash in my yellow rain coat. I ran pretty far this time and fell down three ...