Short Story

His mouth tightened. There were days he’d pled for her silence and now that he had it, he felt betrayed. Dammit, she had no right to impose on him any further. “I’ll see to the horses and string a windbreak.”

“…dragged from the house on his knees. His face was bloody and when he tried to speak he cried with pain.”

Her mother painfully leaned forward as the carriage rolled to a stop again, and pressed her lips to Abigail's forehead, and pulled her into a brief hug that was stronger than her mother's arms had been for a month or more. Abigail clutched her, refusing to cry, refusing to make her mother''s last memory of her one of weakness. "I will. I love you ... Mother." Then she was drawn away by Brigs'

The doorbell rang and John walked away from Sarah grinning. He grabbed Painted Girl’s arm and dragged lead her to the door. Quickly he opened the door but he faltered when he gazed at its

Samuel sped up to get past the four men pushing the bronze cannon they were bringing back to base. He approached the Captain who was riding their one and only horse.

“I will have none of it!“ His clenched fist strikes the wall beside them startling the horses across the stable. “We must get back to work before Elizabeth gets home, I can’t have her finding out about us.”

The house grew darker as he travelled through, hoping he entered the right room. He stumbled over a pile of wood left from the flooring. Catching himself, he called out to the girl again.

As the door swung open, a musty odor greeted her. She fumbled to find the light switch. Standing in the doorway, she waited a few moments while her eyes adjusted to the darkness before moving into the center of the room.

As she walked towards the white door of her bedroom, she hears distant gurgling. As if the sewers were backed up or the kitchen sink is clogged. Carefully twisting the knob, she was about to take a step out, but was immediately taken aback.

drawing closer, and he could feel it. He stopped his mare and went through the saddlebags attached to

When the rumble vibrated the walls of her home Amanda experienced a curious comfort in listening for the next scheduled train horn as it crept through the crooked tunnel, then the clang, clang as it drew closer to the bridge, she knew that all was well in her world if the train wasn't late.

The moment it dinged, she collected both of the pieces and shoved them into her mouth as fast as she could possibly manage. She snatched her bag and ran out of the house, yelling a goodbye to her parents. She sprinted as far as her legs could carry her until finally, she slowed down to rest. Breathing heavily, she was reminded of when she’d woke that morning. That dream… That boy… I’ve never seen him before. Or that place, even. She was pondering the matter when suddenly, she was seized from behind. Yelping with surprised she turned her head to look at her attacker. Familiar blue eyes met hers and she immediately

The knocking ceased suddenly, although the echoes of it were still in the house. He heard the chair drawn back and the door opened. A cold wind rushed up the staircase, and a long loud wail of disappointment and misery from his wife gave him courage to run down to her side, and then to the gate beyond. The street lamp flickering opposite shone on a quiet and deserted road.

and saw her mom and sister, in their own bikinis. Smiling, she placed a handful of sun screen on her legs and rubbed it in, she continued up to her chest, neck, and face. Offering her sister, the bottle. Taking off her bikini top, she laid face forward, so her sister could place some lotion on her back, and places where she could not reach.

“Mom, come on! You can’t deny that we had a pretty good ride today and one last trot around the barn won’t hurt anything. I promise.” Katie begged. I looked up at her and then looked at my hands that were wrapped around Kate’s lead rope a little too tight. I looked up at John and saw that he was smiling slightly and nodded his head yes. I