Stories tagged “deserted”
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Departed
The chicken wire fence was gnarled; it bloomed outward in a metallic flower of sharp, rubicund-tipped edges. Something thick and heavy had encompassed the atmosphere. Outlines and shapes seemed dull and colorless. The building before her was whitewashe...
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Me & You
With swiftness borne of habit, the pistols slid comfortably out of their holsters and found their way into her hands. She was not in the mood for such dealings. Walking out from behind the disheveled counters, she cautiously stepped around fragments of...
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First Impressions
He was too busy holding his head between his hands and squeezing his eyes shut, no doubt awaiting the fatal blow that would never arrive. When he realized that nothing had hurt him, his eyes cracked open and she caught sight of a dark, coal- black iris...
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Hope
The sound of the waves silently woke Garret from a terrible nights sleep. His pillow a rock, his blanket a bunch of palm leaves. Today was day 46. Forty-six days since Garret’s one seater plane went down 10 miles off the coast of what is now Garr...
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Elenore's Friend
Elenore simply looked away leaving the waitress defeated. Other guests of this small town diner could be seen ducking behind their menus; no doubt gossiping about the latest events. Elenore though was oblivious, absorbed in her own thoughts. The breakf...
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Come Down and Play
They used to come in droves: wizards, eager to test their magic, thieves to be tested against impossible locks and traps, clerics in company with their gods and warriors, delicious warriors, rippling with muscles, bristling with swords, their armor shi...
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Sequel to Sloution to the Problem
Warm sun hitting the skin. Moving south is the way to go during this time of year. Sandy Beaches. Spring Break. I was tired from my whole day driving. I was in a deep sleep. Suddenly there was a knock at my door. I was awakened by the loud knock on the...
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The Last Acrobats
The tattered tent stands on the hill, silhouetted by the full moon. The breeze twists the torn and shredded remnants of a pennant, which once read CIRCUS. Years ago, it was the main attraction in town. On Friday nights, everyone would go to see the str...