The streaks in the sky were darker now. Soon, purple lightening would rip everything apart.
Category: fiction
Silver Bottle, Episode 10
The lettering on the back of the fan said: Compliments of the Sunbeam Company and Veach Funeral Home. Always Ready to Serve You.
This Textured Darkness, #97
A short, barefoot man in a dirty, patched tunic that hung past his knees stood behind a wheelbarrow, staring.
Silver Bottle, a novel, Episode 9
I don’t know how God felt about renovation and decoration, but the parishioners, tired of housing their piety in the plainest building in town, decided to throw our their feet.
This Textured Darkness, #96
These dice are weighted,” Elymas said, at last.
Silver Bottle, Episode 8
I was losing the friends I had, and the girls, especially Jane Lee Veach, were laughing behind my back. They didn’t bother to stop when I turned around.
This Textured Darkness, #95
He rolled a mere, blessed four. His heart was one beat away from bursting and now Jessum felt himself calm.
This Textured Darkness, #94
The game of rulla was so ancient that no one could claim its invention. Even the poorest had a set of rulla dice, carried in a pouch.
Silver Bottle, Episode 5
Liquor! The devil’s drink in our house. And worst of all, if Grandma had found Mother’s liquor, she’d found my bottle as well. Her liquor. My Ovaltine! I was undone, but Mother wasn’t.
This Textured Darkness, #93
Jessum was assigned to the stables, where he cleaned stalls and shoveled muck.
