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Bridge of Broken Glass

Stories from my mind that won't be quiet

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    • Stillness Beneath the Boughs

      There was a plot of land sectioned off from the main cemetery on the northeast corner where people would sometimes bury their deceased pets. For years it had been a sort of pet cemetery. The city tried to fight it, to keep people from using that empty lot in that way but eventually they had…

      August 16, 2021
      Short Story
      Old memories, Pet cemetery
    • Dogs in the Mine Part 1

      “Tell me again, what happened?” Keiske still felt cold and shaky even as he lay in the warm hospital room, several heavy blankets draped over him. A nurse stood in the corner of the room. She was clearly trying to look inconspicuous but her crossed arms and nervous shifting back and forth made her hard…

      August 9, 2021
      Dogs in the Mine
      Dogs, Ghost story, Hiking, Last minute decision, Mining
    • When it Rains

      Rain was often an unwanted companion, as far as Rys was concerned, but tonight it was welcome. It was far better than the alternative. The rain had begun the night before. Rys wasn’t sure exactly what time it was now but it certainly was passed sunrise. The dim light breaking that made it through the…

      August 6, 2021
      Short Story
      Deeper shadows, Horror, Last one, Water mage
    • In the Dark Part 3

      It was getting dark by the time they entered the villa. They’d passed a few others on their way here but Mbabi wanted to make sure he put some distance between them and the first villa where he hoped the attacker would stay. With half a dozen different villas to search, it was unlikely Mbabi…

      August 2, 2021
      In the Dark
      Hide, They knew, Trap, Unnatural
    • Too Quiet to Sleep

      Clint couldn’t sleep. It was too hot and there wasn’t even a breath of breeze to help cool him off. The curtains in front of his open window just hung there, limp, as evidence of the still night air. He’d already thrown off his blankets and stripped down to his shorts. Outside his window he…

      July 30, 2021
      Short Story
      Breaking and entering, Can't sleep, Junkyard, Quiet dogs
    • In the Dark Part 2

      Mbabi, Kess, and Sheza sat quietly in a clearing overlooking the first villa on the island. Mbabi and Sheza had spent several minutes searching for their gear and Johan’s body without success. Neither had they found any sort of trail to show them where the attacker or attackers had gone. After that, they’d come and…

      July 26, 2021
      In the Dark
      Send help, Where's the chopper
    • New Stars

      The sun had just gone down beneath the horizon and the smells of campfires and food already filled the air. The heat of the day would last well into the night, as it so often did during Summertime. There were scant clouds above and no one expected rain for several more weeks. Still, everyone gathered…

      July 23, 2021
      Short Story
      Guide them home, Hope, Lost spirits, New constellations, Stars, Storytelling
    • In the Dark Part 1

      It was cold and cramped inside the narrow closet. It was the sort of closet that would barely contain a couple of coats before it was overfull. A useless closet for most bedrooms. This one was empty of clothing, though a few stuffed animals were smashed up into the back corners. The rest of the…

      July 19, 2021
      In the Dark, Short Story
      Helicopter ride, ISland, Lost communications, Search and rescue, What happened here, Why was it smiling
    • Carlos and Titan

      The kennels were dark when Carlos came in to begin his shift. They were always dark when he came in. The first thing he did was turn on the lights. The old florescent bulbs flickered and, one by one, held their steady greenish glow. They were terrible lights, really, but there wasn’t much he could…

      July 16, 2021
      Short Story
      Animal rescue, Caring, Cat lap, Kennel, Neglected animal
    • Canvas

      Malcom knew that few things in life are definite or objectively true. So many idioms existed for the sole purpose of establishing this fact: Beauty is in the eye of the beholder being the chief example. And yet, Malcom was never fully comfortable with that knowledge, especially when it came to art. Art couldn’t be…

      July 12, 2021
      Short Story
      Art, Do you like it, Nature and civilization, Why is it smiling
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