
FREE STORIES
The below are stories written to explore different ideas, styles, and genres. With each one, I work to develop my craft, attempt to push my boundaries, and strive to become a better writer.
Please take a look around and enjoy.
The Truth Behind the Mirror
**This piece is a little longer than my usual posts, but it was so much fun and the characters were determined to tell their story. I hope you enjoy the mix of sweet interaction and creepy, unexpected events! As always, thank you for reading!** _________________________________ South Mountain Amusement Park –…
Failure of a God
The warm evening air sizzled with energy, prickling along her skin. The warning was amplified by the scent of the wet moss and death that coated her tongue and throat. Someone was here. An intruder to this realm. Samina walked through the buildings of the small downtown and stopped at…
Fixer Upper
I walked into the house and immediately felt at home. The walls had cracks that extended from the ceiling all the way to the floor. The wallpaper was awful, a lemon yellow so bright that it was hard to look at. The stairs were rotten in several places and the…
Feckless Liar
The book Lucja held was heavy in her hand. It smelled of ink and musk. It smelled of heaven. It was her favorite scent in the world, but today even it couldn’t pull her out of her misery. She could feel the eyes on her and although she wanted to…
Match Up a Tree
Spending the night up a tree leads you to discover a balance you wouldn’t think possible. It’s something innate, a skill for survival that keeps aloft. Up there with the invisible insects and winged nocturnal hunters you’re safe from the rest of the world even as your legs burn and…
Happy 80th to Me!!
Francis showed up to her 80th birthday party with her hair dyed bright blue. She wore a sundress that she felt showed off her curvy figure well considering her age. It was fitted at the waist, flared just slightly, and fell just below her knees. So Francis strutted in feeling…
A Conversation Between Artists
“Hey, honey? Do you know where my skull is?” Hazel asked. “Your skull? No, but I know where your severed head is.” Chance pulled back the hairs of his paintbrush and released it. Paint splattered across his canvas. “It’s in the back of my car.” “Ah, perfect! I have a…
Grace and Conflict
Aislign entered the grand ballroom and had to hold back a gasp. The ostentatious decor was undoubtedly beautiful, but in such a way that it was overwhelming. “Good Evening Madam,” the doorman said. Smiling, Aislign said. “Good evening Thomas-and please-tonight it is Counselor Weaver.” “Yes, of course Madam. My apologies.” …
Buck and the Beanstalk
Point of view Challenge: Jack and the Beanstalk Prompt: Re-tell this story from the first person point view from a character of your invention. Any first-person narrators are unreliable because the telling always is leans toward their personal agenda. ——————————————————- “How in the Sam hill don’t y’all understand? Mr. Jensen,…