Not her job, but it became her duty. When everyone, including those she loved, is killed… it leaves the mission hers to complete. But it goes tragically wrong. Iris, a messenger intending to warn and save mankind, didn’t make it in time. She was injured and found by a cruel, depraved man and locked away in a secret room where she remained unconscious amid a swirl of vague, painful memories of when she’d been human. Awakened to blood and violence to find that instead of the three decades of preparation, she was to deliver humanity; the world doesn’t know it’s on the brink of an invasion that will enslave mankind… an attack from the same creatures that had destroyed her planet. Could she still fulfill her most crucial purpose… the critical part of her mission? And could she become human again?
The Shape of Memories [scene excerpt]
Fánaí had lost all that mattered and traveled far, seeking where magic still lived, a place to heal. Instead, he finds an injured outcast fairy who needs healing more than he does. Will helping her help him on his journey?
Pleased her son had found it, the white-haired woman regretted it had sat there for years. Neglected. Forgotten. Still… there was a time when it was fast. A Time When It Was Fast – A Flashfiction Scene from Dennis Lowery.
A flashfiction piece set in the Depression Era about an unexpected danger encountered by men on the road looking for work. That ‘work’ might not stop when the day is done. Its end might be theirs. Once upon a time in Taos, it happened…
I came across the photo used for this story cover. It made me wonder who lived and worked in that shop on that street… and that led to this little story for my daughters (and perhaps for others to consider its meaning and maybe share). If your life feels less than full… consider what the young woman in this story decided to do.
From our ‘Every Picture Tells A Story’ Series: A 1950s Cold-War-Era-warning inspired flashfiction piece.
TWO LETTERS FROM DEAD WOMEN… A CAMERA FROM A DEAD MAN…
That’s all Robert Sterling, a once renowned photojournalist, had to help him redeem and resurrect his life from two years lost in a drunken downward spiral. Was the young girl he could only see through the old camera his mother had left him a ghost haunting him from a past he had spent decades burying? Did she exist, or was he going crazy just as his mother had forty years ago? He had to return to the small town he’d left nearly four decades ago to find out. Back to where he found and lost his first love. Where when he was 18 years old, someone tried to kill him for what he’d done.
A moment in time and a story told by a grandmother to her granddaughter that highlights the heightened feelings of first love and her discovery of the true meaning of Christmas.
The Querency—beginning at midnight on 24 October—is when Witches and Cats seek to bond with each other. It lasts until sundown on Hallowe’en, when the Choosing—the selection period—begins and lasts until midnight [11:59:59pm]. ~Ordinatio pro Felis Silvestris Catus [Regulations for Woodland Cats]