Category: Short Story
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Ghost Walk
It was a decent sized group of people who were clustered together beside the trailhead in the pre-dawn. All around them were dense pine forests and towering above them were high mountains that rose and disappeared into the clouds. Everyone wore thick coats and gloves against the winter chill. The more experienced among them also…
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Soul Tree
Wren and Micha stood on the edge of their small village. Their mother had sent them to go into the woods in search of mushrooms and wild tubers. Instead, however, they stood on the boundary between forest and village, looking up at the pale gray bones of a dead tree. It stood out clearly against…
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Between Sunset and Sunrise
There were only a few, strict rules about when the people of the town were allowed to visit the cemetery. First off, the Sun had to be in the sky. Second, it couldn’t be on one of the four days that marked the changing seasons. Lastly, any time someone new was buried there would be…
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Midnight Shadows
The surface of the lake was perfectly smooth, reflecting the moon and stars and looking like a hole in the ground that opened up to the heavens below. The surrounding hills and forest were also reflected, adding to the surreal nature of the view. A solitary, ‘T’ shaped dock reached out into the waters but…
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It’s not the Fall That Kills You
Somehow, falling always felt right. Nothing in life was ever as freeing and natural as that strange, weightlessness with the air whipping past in a deafening rush. Most falls didn’t reach that level of intensity, of course. Most of the time, falling only lasted for a brief moment. Whether it was leaping over a handrail,…
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Never Lost, Sometimes Found
There was wood needing to be chopped. There was always wood that needed chopping. That was one of the first real hard lessons Rupert had learned. If there wasn’t enough chopped wood when the winter came, then there wouldn’t be enough fires to cook and keep warm. He’d lost three toes and a couple fingers…
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Walking Through the Daisies
Every year Candace and her family went to the fields where the daisies grew. No one had planted them there, as far as anyone knew. They just grew there in wide swaths across the land. Candace’s parents had both come with their parents when they were younger and had continued the tradition. They said it…
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Making Sacrifices
Vinay was awake. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been awake, but it felt like a long time. He’d barely slept at all that night and had slid so smoothly back into wakefulness that he couldn’t tell when the transition had taken place. His jaw ached from being clenched so often and he had to…
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All’s Quiet in the Elven Halls
Finion sat in the back seat of the car, feeling trapped and uncomfortable in more ways than one. She was far taller than most people and so had to keep her knees tucked up close to her chest while at the same time crouching down to keep her head from bumping the roof of the…
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The Last Campout
“Heave ho, let’s go! Pack it in and pack it out, leave no trace without a doubt!” The chorus of the Boy Scout’s voices chanted all along the trail. Some were loud and eager but most just mumbled along, loud enough to be heard and avoid being chastised for being too quiet by the leaders.…
Bridge of Broken Glass 