Mystery
In Blue Blood, Part 2
We careened to the left and wove through mazes of gardens, music stages, hammock zones. "And this is the nursery and living quarters." The nursery was an architectural copy of the milk processing center, only much smaller and low-ceilinged--geodescent dome boards painted white and green. The rest of the living quarters were divided into sections of brightly colored yurts. "This area is for the maids. This area for the bucks. And this is where coupled pairs may have a bit of privacy," she gestured to a stand of larger, silver yurts on the periphery. "Surely you don't mean to search through all of them, do you?" She batted her eyes again.
By Kate Kastelberg 11 days ago in Fiction
In Blue Blood
The Kobold was dead. Many in the village would espouse the view that his death was hardly a cause for mourning. Funerary cloths retained their rightful place in armoires. As the news spread, second and third rounds of ale were bought, fiddles taken out of their cases to be played. Flowers were plucked and braided into all manner of hair. The din of celebration rustled songbirds in their dewy sleep amongst the tops of tallest trees. Alvy— the Kobold in question—was regarded as a nuisance at best and a terror at worst.
By Kate Kastelberg 11 days ago in Fiction
The Saloon Murders
It’s late in the evening. The cowboys and cowgirls are all in bed. A woman is sitting in the dark again. She is at her desk typing details in a letter. She doesn’t need the light to see what is being typed. She’s got it down to a science. She types it urgently as if it’s a matter between life and death. The typewriter dings with each return. She is frantic and determined to fix what this woman has done to the man she loves. In mid-sentence, the phone rings causing her to jump. She answers it.
By Meredith McLarty11 days ago in Fiction
A Quandary in Quarantine
Chapter Four The rest of that day floated by us all in a blur of news site-checking, trying to reconcile conflicting information, and outright denial (or, worse than that - silence) from much of the leadership both on a local level as well as the country as a whole.
By Erin Lorandos11 days ago in Fiction
The Lantern in the Fog
The fog settled over the village like a blanket soaked in silence. At first it was gentle, wrapping the streets in a quiet hush. But as night deepened, it thickened into something heavier, almost alive, crawling along the cobblestones and slipping into the cracks of every home. It was not the kind of fog that simply blurred the edges of things. This fog carried a chill that touched the marrow, a weight that pressed on the heart, and whispered doubts in voices that sounded eerily familiar.
By Sound and Spirit11 days ago in Fiction
Too Death to us Part.
This is a love story- or is it a ghost story? Liv and Adam had this beautiful relationship; They had the most cliché relationship. They met in pre- kindergarten and became best friends. By their senior year of high school, they finally became the cutest couple. Graduating as high school sweethearts.
By Jen Phillips11 days ago in Fiction
A Quandary in Quarantine
Chapter Three I had had my one-on-one originally scheduled with Maggie for right after lunch, but after a brief phone call we canceled our meeting in favor of a short all-staff at 11 o’clock. She was worried about the town’s potential response as much as I was, and wanted to talk to everyone all at once.
By Erin Lorandos11 days ago in Fiction
