Kai examined his spear to make sure it was sharp. He lined up his snorkel mask and fins. “I hope for a nice Mona tonight,”…
Tag: short fiction
It was gonna be a good day to ride, chumming around with Keith and Tommy. It was really just Keith and me who were good…
Part one of this story can be found here: https://broussardlana.wordpress.com/2017/10/22/at-the-shopette-pt-1/ “What’s your name?” asked the dark cop. “Greg….Greg Taylor,” I said. “So Greg, you…
Whispering Falls was a bit of a lie because there were no falls at all, just a river that every now and then, completely…
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…
So we left our heroine, Mary Ann Davis on the cusp of having entered the county beauty pageant to compete for prize money which she…
In case you need to read the previous: https://broussardlana.wordpress.com/2017/06/05/leaving-witt-2/ “So long, Eliza, see you tomorrow at school.” At school the next day, Joey stuffed…
Old Ned could put his nose in the air and smell misery from miles away. He never missed an opportunity to help. Oh yes, Ned…