The Voice | A Short Story

There were few things as scary as hiding.  He’d never even liked the game as a much younger boy.  It was even less fun as a matter of life or death.

Who knew if the slightest misstep – common to all the dead people in horror movies – would be the one that gave you away?

He sat in the corner, behind the dilapidated sofa, hand over his mouth to muffle his breathing.  He counted to one hundred and then did it again…and again.

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Running | A Short Story

running-graphic-shayne-mcclendonWhen I was a little girl, I imagined that many of the people in books were real.

Lizzy Bennett and Jane Eyre, Bilbo and Gandalf, Atticus Finch, and Oliver Twist.  Many, many who stuck with me.

They were my heroes, the people that fought evil and won, who never gave up and never surrendered…who eventually won out over violence and ignorance and inequality.

Then I turned twelve and came to learn that, while there are good people who fight the good fight loudly and boldly, there is also true evil.

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Justice | A Short Story

JusticeThe crime must be avenged. As the chief warrior for her people, the job fell to Nanoi.

During the night, all of the children in their treetop domain had been whisked away. Though she suspected the criminal, there must be no doubt.

If it was him, if he’d taken the innocents among them in a show of anger or to flex his strength, she would take him apart piece by piece.

No warrior, woman or man, could best her within 500 miles. Whatever price he owed would be paid in full before the next moon. It was her duty.

It would be her pleasure.

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