“It’s not nice to stare. Now, you mind what I said.”
Tag: fiction
This Textured Darkness, #98
The streaks in the sky were darker now. Soon, purple lightening would rip everything apart.
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.
Silver Bottle, Episode 7
I realized how much my mother and I were alike, wanting things we couldn’t have. Raise your kids. Was that when she started resenting us? Was that when she started looking for ways to leave?
Silver Bottle, Episode 6
I’d found opening between the table top and the phone book on the shelf beneath, and now I could see without moving. Grandmother had those red cheeks.
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.
