They’re here. They’re REALLY here. Copies of RAVENS IN THE LIBRARY exist. Phil and Sandra received 700 copies of the books today. Pictures exist, of the two editors holding the books up, on various social sites. They’ve dropped off some…
Category: Short Stories
True Nature
The heavy scent of pine perfumes the air. It is dusk, and after two hours of heavy hiking we have finally reached our campsite for the evening. Setting my gear down, I relax and survey the surroundings. Hidden in a…
Taking Out the Trash
Late night craving can be a bitch, Jordan Freelander thought. Not only do they spoil a fun night out but I gotta find food. And at this late, it’s gonna be rough. It was then that Jordan spotted the old,…
Torn in Flames
The flame is lit, and the candle burns a bright yellow. This is to be the last entry in this chapter of my life. There is nothing else left for me to say; but to end it this way. I…
The Bag
The trees bloomed on 23rd street. The air hung thick with the smell of flowers, coffee and burning wood from fireplaces. The sun was not out, hiding between clouds. It was a beautiful foggy day, the perfect beginnings of an…
Shattered Letters
A song in the background sings, I only have eyes for you. “Burt, you called out ‘Kelli’ last night while we made love. Chirped her name softly as if you didn’t realize it. Does what I say pique your interest?…
Silent Eyes Wandering
Editor’s note: This is the final revision of a story that White Wolf published in Destiny’s Price. You can read this version and then go buy a copy of the book to see what the editor changed. This is what…
Midnight Snack
One night while Jason Jenkins peacefully slept, a monster came. It was definitely midnight around his neighborhood and everyone was asleep. His neighbor’s dog was the first awaken, alerted by the stench. The little hound barked and barked at the…
Making Tea
You’re thirsty, so you decide to go into the kitchen. There is no juice in the refrigerator and no concentrate in the freezer. Standing there, holding the fridge door open, you glance sideways at the faucet. Tap water could satisfy…
The Lottery Ticket
Every Tuesday and Thursdays Sheryl took care of the elderly Richardson couple. The blonde would bathe them, cook their meals, and cleaned their townhouse. She enjoyed their company. Every Monday night, however, Mr. Richardson bought a lottery ticket. Sheryl never…