Recovery Efforts (Part 2)
The pale curve of the beach was sparsely populated so late at night. Four individuals walked dogs--the four-legged sort--at the edge of the water. A few couples and small parties of holiday-makers still occupied blankets, towels, and the odd lounge...
Living the Dream (Part Two)
Sunlight flooded though her windows and broke itself on a dozen crystal prisms that dangled before the panes. Brown eyes flickered open to the gentle oscillating of one of the fragments, pulled by refraction into a variegated streak over one eyelid....
Living the Dream
Another hotel, with another cadre of crisp uniforms and upturned noses, fell away beneath the couple's tired feet. Another elevator carried them up into the winter night, to another room and another sea view. "Muh!" Alder grunted. "The only room they...
Recovery Efforts (Part 1)
_I guess that this amounts to my first foray on this site. (First foray anywhere, really.) Comments, critiques, and flowery praise may be accepted, but certainly not expected. (Seriously, go in with low expectations. Like, reeeeeally low expectations....
The Road to Our Recovery
Mimosa stared at the ceiling. Ten hours of sleep had erased _almost_ all of the exhaustion from the previous two days of travel. She felt fantastic, if still slightly sore, and ready to hop out of bed to face the day. There were just two problems...
Recovery Efforts Series Appendix
Cairds (Rabbit family based in the northwestern part of the Perth & Kinross region of Scotland) 60 (f) Fenella (Fennie) [Bothain] {Caird Estate, west-northwest of Crieff, Scotland} **white** _homemaker/psychiatrist _ 58 (m) Bothain [Fenella]...
Her Gift
"Bullshit!" snorted someone behind me; the ram, Davies, by the sound of it. His nostrils were the only ones in the group that could manage a proper snort anyway. "You must've read it wrong, Morris." My ear flicked to brush off the interjection, but...
Through Fire (Chapters 9-11)
**9** For the most part, everything was normal. Birds fluttered about their business in the canopy, chirping and whistling in the heavy air. Somewhere to her right a squirrel barked its frustration at her. Whatever horror had passed though the trees...
Through Fire (Chapters 4–8)
**_4_** The Phranhikaf were gathered in the open space before Elderhall. Their tense faces were painted orange by the flames that encircled them. Terror rose in their chests with the dingy, brown smoke and the rumors of the dark beast that had...
Quiction Challenge - Here Today, Gone Tamale
Here's a new quiction piece, prompted by [GhostGoat](https://ghostgoat.sofurry.com) via Twitter. "777 words on the phrase "somebody that I used to know"." was the challenge. Here's 777 words, on the dot, loosely related to that theme. This one leans...