The Pearls

"I remember one day..." Mrs. McCallum stroked her cat with a wrinkled hand. "Father sat with me at his side and I listened to him play while Mother danced... We'd lost so much, but we still clung onto those pearls." Victoria Burton sighed. "Please try to remain focused. No extraneous details." "They were stolen." Victoria... Continue Reading →

At Least Ten

"I could think of no better way to tell you I love you than with this," he says, presenting her with the waffle-heart-capped dispenser. "Funny," she replies, pushing her sunglasses down her nose. "I can think of at least ten." This is for Three Line Tales. Thanks to Sonya for running the challenge and Roman... Continue Reading →


Each day the old soldier sat alone in the empty church, staring at walls of ancient stone, before walking amongst the green fields, the plants brushing his fingertips. At day's end, as the sun set and orange light spilled across the lonely town, he watched until the stars came out, fresh and new and twinkling.... Continue Reading →

The Last Garden

All around, there is sand, ash, dirt – stretching on and on to the blood-red horizon and the jagged outline of the desolate mountains. The earth is dry as old bones. Everything is dead here. It has been dead for a long time. But there is the garden. White flowers spout from grass, turning their... Continue Reading →

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