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Billions of nanoids rose to the surface of Erin’s hand. Each one emitted an electrical hum. As the hum gained strength the tree began to glow and pulse. A rectangular outline took shape around her hand. “The source.” “Did you … Continue reading
The rumble of Pragmir growls shifted the earth beneath Erin’s feet. She had managed to avoid these ferocious carnivores so far, but not today. “Erin. We can do this.” Darren’s plan was pure insanity, but she knew it might be … Continue reading
I’m still playing catch up after my weekend of FUN. Instead of posting them all together, I will publish them separately. Here’s a continuation of Other Worlds from last week. *** Fifteen minutes on Earth translated to one hour on … Continue reading
Today’s story is a micro-fiction piece of 100 words. Last night I semi-randomly chose three words I wanted to feature in today’s story (tree, pills, leather). I also set a challenge of writing only 100 words, no more and no … Continue reading
There are four windows in the small room known as the hole, though only three are visible. One is kept hidden behind a tall black bookshelf. Hidden, because it is not a window but a door. Amy knows this better … Continue reading
Dead snakes littered the ground outside the aging farm house. Their twisted bodies still twitched with the last breath of life. Death always preceded their arrival. “Step away from the window, Tara. There isn’t much time left.” His words trailed … Continue reading
Busy, busy day. I hope you enjoy this little nugget of a story. The bells echoed into the night. One. Two. Three. Four. “Here they come!” From the trees they flew. Our arrows met their mark.