Short Stories
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“Dropping down into the cool shadows between the wall of the third tier and a building on the second, Locke could finally breathe. He even let himself smile, which slowly worked its way into a chuckle, and the next thing he knew, the adrenaline of the escape had rendered him laughing like a lunatic. He…
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“Locke swept into a bow, made an elaborate show out of backing up into another confused and affronted stranger, and turned on his heel to scamper away.” Sunday morning is upon us again, the sun streaking through my kitchen window in a way that makes me second guess what I have my laptop set up…
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So, my plans to get up very early this morning and start in on my much more dedicated writerly pursuits mentioned yesterday failed utterly when I slept in much too late, but I’m a big believer in the idea that if I sleep in, it’s because I needed the rest, and tomorrow is another day.…
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“When the woman looked up at Locke’s apology, her eyes seemed to stare straight into him, and she blinked owlishly. They seemed so large, those yes, and lost until a frown folded her brow in. ‘I’m fine,’ she said. ‘Do I know you?’” It’s hard to believe, yet again, that Wednesday is already here. I…
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“Those arms were thick as trunks, corded with veins and muscles, and Locke could only assume he was the woman’s body guard. That complicated matters if he got caught, so Locke would just have to make sure he did not get caught.” It’s a beautiful, bright (and hopefully warmer) Sunday, which means it’s time for…
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“He had to be out of this place, no only to make up for bringing them there in the first place, but also out of pure selfish desire to finally be free of it.” It’s hard to believe it’s Wednesday already, but here it is, and it’s time for another Round of Words in 80…
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“‘Maybe girls need an island to find themselves. Maybe they need a place where no one’s watching them so they can be who they really are.’” “Beauty Queens” by Libba Bray Usually, I’m not a big reader of teen/young adult fiction. Every so often, a book of that genre would fall into my lap, and…
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“When Locke looked at the man, he saw a father, a savior, and a yellow beard slowly going to grey. And while Knolan still had broad shoulders like a warrior and wore a dented breastplate like a warrior, it had been a very long time since he had the chance to fight like a warrior.”…
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“‘I should have remembered the first rule of hunting,’ he said, so low he may as well have been whispering in Auferrix’s ear. The tone was content and amused, which made her stomach twist with revulsion. ‘If one wishes to be successful in capturing his prey, one cannot do better than to catch her oneself.’”…
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“Lookie here.” There was a grin lurking deep in the shadows of his helmet. “I caught myself a little snake.” But snakes were known to bite. Thanks to a coworker with a bad rash (another consequence of which was my inability to keep from making jokes about herpes), I wound up without my usual Monday…
L.S. Engler 