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Archive - September 2019

The Call

I laid the photos out on the little café table in front of Marianne. “Can you tell me anything about any of these people?” She ran her fingers over the faces. “They all look familiar, but I can’t say I actually know any...

September’s 1970s Jukebox Continues

The end of the month and our 1970s jukebox is quickly approaching. Get your final guesses in by October 3rd for a chance to win a $10 Amazon gift card! Without further ado, here are the songs that inspired September’s...

Weaver of Dreams

Lucy landed on the cottage roof and folded her gossamer wings. She clasped her hands together and gazed at the sliver of moon shining like a scimitar above the quiet village. Tonight was her first solo mission. After...

The Letter

An unkempt and rather grisly-looking man slumped in a chair with the computer screen reflecting off his glasses. His elongated fingers began to type furiously at the keys as the clock mocked him with how little time was...

The Werewolf Next Door

Since the last werewolf outbreak twenty years ago, sightings of the unpleasant beasts have become blessedly rare. So, it was a surprise to find one lounging in our new neighbor’s yard. Two other canids lounged around...

Long Ago, Far Away, Never Forgotten

It was long ago and it was far away and it was so much better. The words echoed in Janine’s head. Over and over. And she missed him. It had all started simply enough. Just a late night drive to escape her husband and...

Cadillac Cold Case

“Whoever’s stealing from this factory won’t get away with it!” The accountant slammed his palm on his desk. A small mountain of spreadsheets fluttered to the floor. I raised an eyebrow and sketched a hissing cat on my...

September’s 1970s Jukebox

You’ve been wondering. You’ve been guessing. Or you’ve been stumped and need a hint! Without further ado, here are the songs that inspired September’s stories so far… at least, the ones that have been guessed! To...

Love of the Sea

If Brandy heard one more person tell her what a good wife she would be, she was going to drown a sailor. She heaved a deep breath as she twisted her silver locket around her fingers and walked down the dark cobblestone...

Taller Than Ever

“Do you really think this’ll work?” It hurt to ask the words, but I had to know. “You designed airplanes. If anyone can pull this off…” My wife Stella patted the side of the hulking drone, the result of a month’s hard...

Slippers

I was nearly done raking the lawn when someone plump, perky, and purple-clad appeared in a gust right there, scattering leaves. “Who are you?” I wielded the rake. She shook a leaf from her skirts. “Your fairy godmother...