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The Stone Giant's Treasure For as long as he could remember, which was a very long time indeed, the stone giant had kept watch over the gold in the cave at the top of the mountain. Over the centuries, there were many who had entered the cave to test their mettle and prove they were … Continue reading INKTOBER 2019: Day 21. Treasure
The Abandoned Cabin on Lost Girl Island They say the cabin was built by a French fur trader, who lived there with his Ojibwe wife. Sometimes the story is that he killed her--sometimes, that she killed him. Sometimes they are tragic lovers who burn to death together. But some people believe that no one ever … Continue reading INKTOBER 2019: Day 13. Ash
[Content Warning: Adult Language, Sacrilegious Burrito, Pig Latin, Questionable Grammar] Am I asleep? Am I awake? Why did I stay up so late? STARE AT THE SCREEN. STARE AT THE SCREEN. STARE AT THE SCREEN. Click. Click. Fuck. Fuck it. Fuck. What? Am I asleep? Am I awake? Why did I stay up so late? … Continue reading WTF Wednesday Presents: I Don’t Even Know What This Is
“—And when they came to find him the next morning, the only thing left was his head. Oooooooh!” “Having fun in there, Pete?” Carol asked. “Yes, I am making the best fun with myself!” Pete’s voice came through the transceiver in her spacesuit with a thick Russian accent. Carol rolled her eyes. He was laying … Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday Presents: Frozen Ghosts
Sometimes acting feels more natural to me than just being a person. But I think that’s only because I have a script to follow, and I know what the other actors are about to say. The world of theatre is contained, ordered, predictable. It follows that I have never been particularly good at improvisation. Improv … Continue reading Flash Fiction: “Yes, but–“
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