Backroom Elves
“Blinky, put that wrench down and get over here.
Stories & Poems - page 9
- betrayal 22
- dark-intimate 39
- domestic-noir 35
- drama 140
- fantasy 38
- guilt 9
- horror 84
- humour 71
- identity 28
- loss 42
- melancholy 36
- noir 9
- obsession 5
- paranormal 12
- poetry 37
- post-apocalyptic 5
- redemption 8
- scifi 26
- thriller 77
- transformation 18
- trauma 19
I gave some old stories a little love and polish. Find them here. They are my personal favourites.
Newly Freed
thin glaze on puddles
The Last Voyage of the Nancy
Young Mary laced my bodice tight and helped me into my skirts.
The Bonded
Not every Fayre could be trusted.
Lemony Rain
I constructed my lair from the choicest rock candy, not dollar store seconds.
Full Circle
“A strange thing happened on the way to the bus stop,” I said, taking a plate from the rack and wiping it.
The Last Ride
Racing down the mountain side
Riding the 80
The bus hit a bump and my head snapped back, cracking against the glass window.
Pull Over
“What seems to be the problem, Officer?
Haley in the Tank
I sat on the steel cot and stared at the three other people in with me: the chick and two dudes.
Haley on the Road
We had to pull over on the side of the road when the jeep started to overheat.