Part 1: https://sjcwrites.home.blog/2020/05/21/running-short-story-part-1/ He arrived back to the hotel an hour later and walked into the lobby. He felt as if a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders, and a little bit light headed from the wine. Tomorrow would have its own problems, but he was determined to deal with them when they …
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The hotel was on a narrow side street, with nondescript building blocks rising on either side. It was a quiet and relaxed street that was constantly in shade, and rarely had any traffic pass down it. On one end of the street there was a row of trees that led onto the adjoining boulevard, and …
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Part 1: https://sjcwrites.home.blog/2020/05/04/nightcrawlers/ Part 2: https://sjcwrites.home.blog/2020/05/06/nightcrawlers-part-2/ A high pitched squeal, a layered tone of glass shattering white noise and a guttural hoarse growling underneath, rang throughout the store. And he heard footsteps outside, scrabbling over the broken stonework and debris. Isaac lay still, ears strained and still ringing. And then from the front of the …
Part 1: https://sjcwrites.home.blog/2020/05/04/nightcrawlers/ The store looked to be a large pharmacy chain. Rows of high shelves ran from where they stood to the far wall several hundred yards away. Some of the shelves had toppled, spilling their contents on the floor, and the lights overhead were broken, but other than that the place looked untouched. …
Photo by Dan Meyers on Unsplash They came at night. And night was fast approaching. Isaac quickened his pace, through the abandoned streets, his boots crunching over broken glass and gravel underneath, eyes scouring the empty shop windows and the shadows down the alleyways. His hands drifted to the pistol holstered on his belt, and the varmint rifle …
“Have you got that line ready?” Tom said from the bow of the little boat. Jacob looked at him with a disproving face. “You’re after making me fuck this one up, he said. “Now I have to start again.” He turned his attention back to the very fine twine in his hands, and the feathered …
“Mama,” the little girl said. “Why do you always knock on the door frame when you come in?” Her mother set the little bundle of firewood on the floor, and turned to pull the door to the little cabin shut after her, shutting out the lashings of rain outside. “Just a moment, Tyriani,” her mother …
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