Fiction Tag

Archie winced and swallowed. The beer tasted watery and flat. Ever since Pop died, this place wasn’t the same. Jug tried hard, but he didn’t have the mind for business. “Sorry ‘bout that, Arch. Listen, this one is on the house.” Jughead set a tumbler reeking of...

Ellen loved her brother, of that there was no doubt. He worked hard to provide for his kids despite the long hours threatening to destroy his marriage to Kate. Gary tried and Auntie Ellen was always there to pitch in with the boys. She scraped at...

I should have trusted my instincts. The girl, calling herself Haley, possessed a wild look about her. Despite the frame of a teenage girl, Haley put out the vibe that she was no kid. The town where my van finally gave up the ghost wasn’t much...

“Damn,” Marnie said as she pulled over onto the icy soft-shoulder and got out, leaving the car running but the door ajar. The beep-beeping cut through me like knives. I watched as my sister grabbed a handful of frozen snow and washed the road salt...

Jonas leaped over the barricade and wormed his way through an opening in the quarantine fence without being noticed, his stolen prize held tightly in his jaws. He knew the smell of roasting meat would give up some spoils. It nearly drove him crazy that...

I hitched my knapsack up over one shoulder and got off the bus. The bright summer sun and dusty air assaulted my senses after the long ride. I’d gotten used to a regular cadence of sleeping during the day and only hopping off at truck...

“Good man, where might I find your nearest mooring dock?” “No mooring dock.” “What about the nearest deep harbour?” “We use canoes. They’re big, but the shoals do for us. Sure, our feet get a little torn up on the rocks and the shallow pools teem with clams....

Walking by my daughter’s room with an armload of laundry, I pause to listen at the door. It’s always closed these days with Becky’s preteen need for privacy and I see no reason to invade now. I hear nothing, as usual. Zoning out in front of the...

Leaves crunched noisily under foot despite their practiced woodsman experience. Autumn air froze everything brittle. Rifles slung, hunters like these knew camouflage: sight, sound, smell. Deer, rabbit, even bear; forest ghosts masking chase. Quarry would overlook danger’s pursuit with such skilled tactics. Sun shone through canopy...

She wakes up groggy, and I watch from behind her eyes as she senses my invasion. I drink from her panic, revelling in its energy, so vibrant and alive. Life, even this one, burning bright, only has so much. Tick tock. She stares at me in...

Jackie pulled the collar of her housecoat tight around her neck and opened the door to let her cat inside after his morning romp. She clutched the coffee cup and shivered as her breath joined the steam, freezing against the frosty autumn morning. “Puddles!” she yelled....

Missy’s moon shadow cast long, tail twitching in anticipation; the taste of freshly killed squirrel electrified her whiskers. She named her quarry Nemesis. He crouched under the garden marigolds. The cat locked her radar on him, sharpened front toes splayed and hind quarters raised. Carmilla played...