by Stoney deGeyter | Jan 30, 2021 | All Posts, Fiction
Read Chapter 4: Depression Awakening With no other options, I follow James down the long, winding driveway toward the light he’d spotted through the woods. It’s a single-bulb porch lamp, attached to a small cabin. The path to the porch is overgrown with weeds, looking...
by Stoney deGeyter | Jan 23, 2021 | All Posts, Fiction
Read Chapter 3: Anger Depression “You look like a James.” I don’t mean for it to sound rude, but it comes out that way. “That doesn’t sound like a compliment.” “Take it how you like.” The rain has stopped and we trudge down the middle of the road, looking for help....
by Stoney deGeyter | Jan 16, 2021 | All Posts, Fiction
Read Chapter 2: Guilt Anger The man beside me bolts upright, holding his head in his hands. “What happened?” he moans. I sit up. “You’re alive! Oh, thank God.” He pulls his hands away and cocks his head. “Yeah… still here.” “You okay?” He hesitates. “Bit of a...
by Stoney deGeyter | Jan 9, 2021 | All Posts, Fiction
Read Chapter 1: Denial Guilt My eyes flutter open. I’m surrounded by blackness. Raindrops pelt my face like some sort of sick water torture. Laying in mud, I’m unwilling to move despite its attempt to engulf me from behind. The horn, the headlight, the sizzling and...
by Stoney deGeyter | Jan 2, 2021 | All Posts, Fiction
Denial A cloud of acidic steam fills my mouth with the taste of antifreeze. A beam of light fails to penetrate the night that surrounds me. The single headlight, absent its counterpart, reflects off the raindrops and filters back through the shattered windshield....
by Guest Author | Dec 9, 2020 | All Posts, Fiction, Guest Authors
I’ve tried to catch Santa out for three years, and still I’ve had no success! Even with my best whisperer and hunter, Curly Whiskers, we’ve failed. I know what you’re thinking – why would a cat be trying to catch Santa Claus? The thing is, the tuna in the...
by Guest Author | Dec 3, 2020 | All Posts, Fiction, Guest Authors
we’re all writing a story. let it be a ‘thank you’ tale, the kind that leaps into every breath, into each crevice of your bones. let your blinks and beats, steps and songs, sing thanks. for pollen dust and leaf spines. for the cells that...
by Guest Author | Nov 28, 2020 | All Posts, Fiction, Guest Authors
The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen was a sheep walking the opposite direction from the rest of the herd. Whether its goal was to be knighted, to wander alone, or to merely flow against the grain was irrelevant. Simply that it found the sand to turn and part...
