“Eggs.” I poked more grass off the nest, observing the mottled blue orbs impassively. Sergeant Bruce T’shano leaned over my shoulder, his furry ears silhouetted against the blue sky. “Y’up. Th—se a’re eggs,” he replied, equally impassive. (Click to Read More)
“Get back here, you stupid animal!” The calf dashed out from under Greg’s arms for the eleventh time, heedless of his yelling. Greg hurled his rope halter after it, exhausted and ticked off. He was going to kill that little bonehead. (Click to Continue Reading)
Hello hello, and welcome back to the River Blog! This will probably be a short one (unless I ramble, which is likely). First, for those who were here last week and were expecting another short story based one one of the prompts I received (as I promised), I do apologize for the change of plans! … Continue reading RB – Small Victories
Dreams could be very… interesting. Take this one, for instance. A moment ago, Julia had been riding in a hot-air balloon, and now the balloon was a giant nectarine. Or maybe it was a clementine. Those smaller orange-wannabees were always hard to tell apart. (Click to continue reading.)
Pam stared out the window, face blank as a fresh-washed whiteboard. She turned with the slow, mechanical precision of a music box dancer. “Joe,” she said quietly, “why is there a moose on the lawn?” (Click to continue reading.)
So, you’ve decided to become a wardrobe designer! But not just any wardrobe designer. YOU have gone the extra mile: you’ve claimed the indestructible scissors, the adamantium needles, and the phlebotinum-powered industrial sewing machine. You’re ready to wield the mighty powers of fire-retardant thread and invincible self-cleaning fabric. You want to become a fashion designer for SUPERS. (Click to continue reading.)
“So what’s the plan? We do have a plan, right?” (Click to continue reading.)
“Are you following me?” (Click to continue reading.)
Hello hello, and welcome back to the River Blog! I hope you've all had a good week. Mine's had some ups and down; I've been continuing my hour of writing every day for Lent, but I still hit some bumps, such as last night when this one scene of my book just would NOT come together. … Continue reading RBlog – Coal-Colored Contacts
Laura stared blankly at the brown cardboard box full of – to name it honestly – junk, which had just been deposited at the foot of her bed. She glanced up at her sister, who was practically vibrating with excitement. (Click to continue reading.)
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