short stories
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“Gilferen couldn’t handle it anymore. He had the stone in his hand now and held it aloft. ‘Here it is,’ he shouted and promptly delivered it straight into the skull of its previous owner. It made a strange, dull sound, and the bear’s big, muscular body collapsed onto the floor, finally motionless.” This past week…
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“‘A misunderstanding?’ the man barked with disdain. A rough laugh exploded from his mouth. ‘Ha! Because there are so many sticky-fingered pale Northerners in this city to confuse you with. You took the stone, and I want it back.’” Things are starting to settle slightly back into order for me, though I know it’s going…
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“‘Where is it?’ the man growled, hissing through clenched teeth. He brought Locke’s face roughly up to his own. ‘What have you done with it?’” Man, it’s hard to believe it’s Sunday already, time for another Round of Words in 80 Days check-in. My schedule for this week was altered from its usual course, which…
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The time has come (the walrus said…) to send up the call for beta readers! By the end of the day today, I should have the complete rough draft of Bowlful of Bunnies, my short story collection, ready for review. It should be just under 100 single-spaced typed pages on Microsoft Word, and I’ve lost…
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“‘You are being followed,’ she whispered. She lifted her eyes, holding Gilferen’s gaze for a long, warning moment, and he knew she was fighting to glance toward the person she knew was hidden behind them in the shadows.” This morning (and all day tomorrow) are finally the days this week where I can actually get…
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“…’Are you sure that’s a good idea? What if he’s down there, waiting for you? He wasn’t exactly in a pleasant mood when he stormed off, naked and booted out of bed, you know.’” This RoW80 update is going up much later than usual today, thanks to a variety of factors. The biggest one is…
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“But Gilferen stopped himself, as the door opened again and he had a chance to see exactly how the woman looked. At first, all he saw were colors, bright and loud, with no sense of order or pattern. Then he saw the long, glistening black hair. Her body, the first thing Gilferen was likely to…
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I am back in the ‘burbs of Chicago on this windy, blustery day, chilling out and cleaning up what remained before I left for the city to partake in C2E2. I adore these conventions, though all the walking, carrying heavy bags, fighting through the crowds, and terrible convention food leaves my body pretty worse for…
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“With her hands folded demurely in front of her, she almost looked like some exotic doll on a shelf, but there was steel in her dark grey eyes.” It’s Wednesday, which means time for another RoW80 check-in, but it doesn’t quite feel like my typical Wednesday. It hasn’t exactly been a typical week for me.…
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” ‘Aseteya!‘ she hissed accusingly, staring them down. It was pure fury until concern started to furrow her heavy brow. There was harsh judgement in her glare, but it was being chased by worry as she looked them over. ‘How much of that did the two of you witness?’ ‘Not much,’ Locke assured her. ‘Too…
L.S. Engler 