Nashoba was tracking deer along the Wichita River when a snake spooked his horse. Ordinarily he would not have lost his balance, but lately, he…
Category: fiction
Part 1 is here: https://broussardlana.wordpress.com/2018/06/10/the-summer-of-the-yellow-jackets/ “See that, kids. The town is behind us. We are gonna rock this year!” Coach Grey exclaimed. “Lookout, Kingland!” said…
Part 1: If you go back to the edge of time, you can find it there on the corner of Ivy and 4th streets. You…
If someone had told Greg Taylor that he’d be rewriting the history of Ironic Things Laced with Rock Music lyrics one day, he wouldn’t have…
“Where in the world did all those red Cannas go?” asked Aunt Agnes looking out her window. “The ones in the circle flower bed out…
Whispering Falls was a bit of a lie because there were no falls at all, just a river that every now and then, completely…
Meet Daryl, he is a character from the 1990s. I need to know on a scale of 1-10 how detestable he is. Daryl knew…
So I found myself walking atop Big Blue trying to talk a vampire down from the ledge. Of course, I knew him, after all, we…
This is an old story that I wrote approximately 200 years ago, otherwise known as the 1990s, for a creative writing class that I was…
1736 Lamont Street. I knew this was the place when I first saw it. A stately Victorian tucked away in a quiet, tree-lined neighborhood. The…