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Bridge of Broken Glass

Stories from my mind that won't be quiet

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    • Personifications – Sympathy

      Finding shapes, primarily faces, among the swirled texture of the ceiling was among Sympathy’s least favorite way to pass the time, and yet time and again she found herself doing just that, night after night. The orange light from the streetlamps outside her bedroom window made certain she always had enough illumination to see those…

      January 17, 2022
      Personifications
      Can't sleep, Earthly Personification, Misery, Sympathy
    • Personifications – Love

      Winter had finally settled in around the small cabin. The storm from the night before had left several feet of snow, and the terrible winds that battered against the windows so fiercely that they seemed in danger of breaking. Now, in the clear light of dawn, it was hard to imagine anything so contrasting to…

      January 12, 2022
      Personifications
      Empty chair, Love, Misery, Sympathy, Uninvited
    • Running

      Caleb stared down at his feet. His shoes were old and stained from countless hours running along trails but they were still good shoes. Today he wasn’t running on any trails, however. At least, not the sort of trails he was used to. Those trails were almost never even and often made of dirt, gravel,…

      January 10, 2022
      Short Story
      Don't spoil the fun, Join the team, Non-competative, Running, Superhuman
    • Late Reunion

      Walking through cemeteries was always one of Monique’s favorite pastimes. She’d never found them eerie or unwelcoming. On the contrary, she had always loved the quiet solitude and how those places made her reflect not only on the lives of those who had come before, but on her own life and what she thought ought…

      December 20, 2021
      Short Story
      Cemetery, Ghost story, Long lost lovers
    • Guest by the Fire

      The house was old. Its thick walls held out the cold while the brick and iron wood-burning stove provided more than enough warmth. The old hand-pump in the kitchen still worked to draw up water from a well, although there was also a more modern looking sink and faucet that had been installed some years…

      December 17, 2021
      Short Story
    • Gifts

      Cali sat at her kitchen table, cup of hot cocoa in hand, with her eyes fixed on the clock. It was a half passed one in the afternoon. She’d spent that last half hour sitting there, waiting for the time to pass. Her initial plan for the day had been to keep herself busy with…

      December 13, 2021
      Short Story
      Family time, Gifts, Hot cocoa, Mourning
    • 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…

      December 10, 2021
      Short Story
      Don't break the rules, Ghost walk, Missing persons, Stay with the group, Tourists
    • 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…

      December 6, 2021
      Short Story
      Dead tree, Lost souls, Mushroom ring, Send the children, What you don't know
    • 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…

      December 3, 2021
      Short Story
      Cemetery, Following the rules, Moving on, Work to do
    • 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…

      November 29, 2021
      Short Story
      Accident, Cabin, Dock, Lake, Vacation
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