I didn’t see him, but Jim could easily blend into the crowd. A completely forgettable man in a hunting cap. Shannon had stalked ahead, but Angie and… Read more “Lilyanne from “The Nonna Gaylene and Lyddie Stories” con’t.”
Category: fiction
The Nonna Gaylene and Lyddie Stories
“My name is Theodore Roosevelt Vance and I know what it’s like to leave in a hurry.”
To Be Read Aloud to James Viscosi’s pets — with passion and treat breaks.
Char Glimmer Char Glimmer sits on her porch in a ladder-backed chair, waiting for a familiar face to drive her to the doctor. She is wearing a… Read more “To Be Read Aloud to James Viscosi’s pets — with passion and treat breaks.”
This Textured Darkness, #126
Rizla closed her eyes. Their fates were intertwined.
This Textured Darkness, #125
The trees would all die, and soon. The bark was diseased and Elymas was deluded.
This Textured Darkness, #124
She threw off her anger like a cloak, deciding to humor his madness.
Silver Bottle, Carmen Speaks, Episode 35
Fred treated me like a daughter, a drunk daughter but a daughter nonetheless.
This Textured Darkness, #123
Animation oil could bring a crushed beetle back to life, also, a small wren. Once she’d seen a woman sit upright for nearly an hour, only to fall back on the cooling board.
Silver Bottle, Carmen Speaks, Episode 35
“You had a step-sister?” I asked. She nodded and told me she’d said enough. Her people were dead, and she didn’t want to talk about them. I… Read more “Silver Bottle, Carmen Speaks, Episode 35”
This Textured Darkness, #122
The Nawab’s face was bruised, and he was sitting chained to the floor. He stared at Rizla without pleading, having accepted his fate.
