“Huh. Well, look at that. It’s my suitcase.” Drew stared at the black bag sitting in the middle of the floor. Sitting in the middle of the first floor of what had once been a grand department store with sunlight streaming through the broken out front doors as if to spotlight it, his FBI-suitable case had a sadly forlorn look to it. “Was it there before?”
Leaping leap year! Notice the date? Like it’ll land this way again for The Serialist hub any time soon. Anyway, A big thank you to all our regular serialists. I’ve enjoyed a lot of great reading in the last ten months. Like the lives of Ahu and Ahuahu. Keep them coming. You know I love it. This is the hub for The Serialists, a meme for people who post original, serialized fiction on their blogs. If you have one or […]
A quick tour of how it works. This one’s for all you lurkers out there. Lord knows I have a ton of them. Below is a copy of my comment form. Isn’t it pretty? 🙂 Looks pretty basic, doesn’t it? Honestly, there is nothing to be afraid of here.
Jill: Really, Jack, isn’t that a bit much? Even though you haven’t said a word, your desire to go on vacation is coming through loud and clear. Today’s themes are Loud Previously in Jack and Jill: Hearts United To see who else is playing go to: Whistle Stop Photohunt
Ben slashed violently, but the monster would not die. Every member of his party fell at least once, and if not for hasty medical attention would have died. It took hours, but at last they had their foe down to his last breath, but before Ben could execute the final blow, his mother unplugged the game. The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the […]
Yeah, I’m desperate for a list. How’d you know? 1. chap-stick 2. Vaseline 3. Converter for camera tripod 4. eraser 5. flash drive 6. coins 7. lots and lots of mechanical pencils 8. even more pens 9. bottle of water 10. sewing machine needles 11. checkbook 12. dental floss
Everything here stretched and contracted like elastic. Drew knew for sure the grimy bakery window wasn’t really a rippling stream and the grit riding on top of the cracked sidewalk wasn’t really quicksand. He wasn’t sinking into the ground. He wasn’t. As to the two men speaking Spanish, he suspected they were real, but until this episode passed, he couldn’t be sure.
Welcome A. M. Harte and Tim Holtorf! For those who haven’t made it over to their blogs yet, they both write Science Fiction. Tim’s link was a bit iffy early in the week, but I fixed it, so if you went to his site and couldn’t find the series, try again from last week’s links. This is the hub for The Serialists, a meme for people who post original, serialized fiction on their blogs. If you have one or more […]
Jack: No lead in this one either? What am I going to write it with? Jill: Can’t find anything good to write with? I think I’ve got a calligraphy pen somewhere if you’d like to borrow it. Jack: That isn’t the point. Today’s themes are Point Previously in Jack and Jill: To see who else is playing go to: Whistle Stop Photohunt
It comes up fast like April 15th unexpected in a predictable way. Surely the road must end with such an overwhelming obstacle, the weight of everything left undone, receipts lost, memories misplaced, deadline so squarely looming ahead. The desperate scramble, the last minute swerve and all becomes right with the world save a lingering heart palpitation or two. The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted […]