by Bluestem “Shelter me from the powder and the finger. Cover me with the thought that pulled the trigger.” —Powderfinger, Neil Young “911, what’s your emergency?” “There’s been a shooting at RR 9 Box 42.” “Wh—“ I hung up, cutting off the operator’s question. There was nothing else to add. They’d know the details soon…
Category: Suspense
Life Plus 99 Years – Part III
by Silent Draco Part I link Part II link Part III Hilda and the old woman sat near the hut door, enjoying the sunlight and more tea. The old woman insisted on serving them both, bringing out her treasured pot of wild honey. “Is right to share with family, grandson and granddaughter,…
Life Plus 99 Years – Part II
by Silent Draco Part I link Part II Johannes blinked as they neared her little hut. There was a simple lean-to for a woodshed, but nearby was a small cottage. The babushka chuckled, “well, hut is full with many, and hard to stretch, da? Trade some tea, some coffee, make simples for workers. Small hut…
Drops In The Storm
by Michael Kingswood The lighting in the overhead seemed to swirl, making little multicolored kaleidoscope patterns in the air over Grant’s head. Twist and swirl, swirl and twist. He felt like his entire body was swirling along with the lights, like he was moving in time with them, and more. Like he was about to…
Suspended Sentence – Part 4
by Silent Draco Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 2225, 20 Jun 45, near Eisenach Johannes babbled about travel west to find his Unkel and Tante, and something about Uma, only to get backhanded to the ground. Sobbing, he looked around in confusion. “Enough!” shouted Novoshenko, “no…
Suspended Sentence – Part 2
by Silent Draco Part 1 Part 2 1925, 20 Jun 45, Base Gold Four, American Zone of Occupation “… Right. Aside from d-driving on the wrong side, you Yanks make excessive sp- speeding into an art form!” exclaimed Griffin, “’Twas all my poor driver could do to remain caught up!” “We’re here an additional 12…
A Cabin In The Woods
by Michael Kingswood The wind rushed past, making the thin wooden sides of the tiny cabin Nancy huddled in shudder. A high-pitched whistling advertised its penetration through the cracks around the cabin’s latched door, and she shivered as what warmth there was fled before its incursion. She wrapped the threadbare wool blanket that she had…
Shell Shock
by Michael Kingswood The shell landed three feet away from me. I was crouched—really pressed prone into the dirt with my hands thrown over my head—in my pitiful attempt at a foxhole, but we’d had so little time to get on station and then prepare to repel the oncoming attack that I’d only been able…
The Eternal Ride Of Brom Bones
by Michael Kingswood The sun was still shining when Brom emerged from his lair, wherever that was. The brightness of it flared across his vision, whiting the world out and rendering him able to perceive only the faintest of shadows as he took halting steps forward. Vague shapes—the trunks of trees, he thought—loomed all around,…