I don’t normally write in the first-person, or in the present tense, so I thought I’d try something different this time around.
I think this one could actually be the start to something bigger. What do you think?
Last Flight of the Cougar
I see him enter the bar and I drop my drink. Continue reading Last Flight of the Cougar
I always liked the saying where the only thing you could depend on was death and taxes. Guess it led to a story. Let me know what you think!
Death and Taxes
Jethro Rivers propped his stick against the big rock of his fire pit and watched the meat roast. Continue reading Death and Taxes
This one’s based on a first sentence prompt. Read that first sentence and tell me it’s not ridiculous. Thus, I think it’s fair that a ridiculous prompt deserves a ridiculous story!
The friend I got the prompt from called the story campy, and I think that’s spot on. I was binging on some British TV at the time I wrote it (something about a certain Doctor, though I don’t recall Who) so that may have coloured the story a bit as well. Hope you enjoy it!
Update! This story has been published in the inaugural issue of JUMP (click here to see it). There’s a bunch of other great sci-fi shorts, so by all means check it out and give it a read.
Silver Rocket 5000
This was a situation, James realized sadly, in which his toothbrush would be of no use whatsoever. And it was such a smart thing too. A brand-new, still-in-the-package Silver Rocket 5000. Eight-thousand RPM, a sleek ergonomic handle, a built in timer and alarm, a base-station with integrated charger, and a pressure sensor of all things, to make sure he wasn’t brushing too hard. It was a toothbrush that cared. And on top of everything else, the batteries were included. Continue reading Silver Rocket 5000
This one’s based on a first sentence prompt. One of the places mentioned in the story is the Whiteshell, which is a massive provincial park in Manitoba, Canada. There’s lots of nice camping and many people have cottages there too. Tornadoes in general are a rare thing in Manitoba (they happen, but there’s a lot of uninhabited wilderness), but I remember one day reading that one passed through cottage country. It gave me an idea, and this prompt was what finally turned it into a story. Enjoy!
Jeremy was dead. Kathleen let out a ragged whimper and slid to the cold kitchen floor. Her legs had given out and her arms fell to her sides. Even the pistol was suddenly too heavy and she set it down beside her. Her left eye was swelling shut and she could taste blood in her mouth. There was a new hole, too, where just this morning there had been a tooth. Continue reading The Tornado
This short was written based on a first sentence prompt. Consider leaving a comment when you finish.
Mrs. Heathington-Findlay-Grieves was very disappointed with her new parasol; very disappointed indeed. It was a smart yellow parasol with a beautiful blue and red floral print, but no matter how hard she shook it, it just would not work. Continue reading Clear Skies