After losing her family to corporate manipulation, the last original Martian is forced to defend her home.
It wasn’t supposed to rain that day, but still, it did. The rain wasn’t supposed to come cascading down for the first time in ten years. It wasn’t supposed to strike the dusty ground that seemed to shudder in surprise, sending up small billowing puffs of dust from the drops’ force.
Below is the second half of a short story, my writing exercise for the day. To read the first half, you can click here. The man continued, still staring down at the half-empty glass in front of him. “Three years ago, I spent the summer out in New Mexico, in Albuquerque, working on a farmContinue reading “Writing Exercise: Time Shift (Part 2 of 2)”
The passage below is the first half of a short story that came to mind a few days ago. I’ve always been fascinated by people’s stories of their own experiences with the supernatural and the reactions others have upon hearing these tales that seem to defy rational explanation. I’m not usually one who enjoys talkingContinue reading “Writing Exercise: Time Shift (Part 1 of 2)”
This snippet was written from another prompt I gleaned off the Poets and Writers: “The Time is Now” list. The prompt I used was: “The Humboldt Glacier, located high in the Andes mountain range in Venezuela, is the country’s last glacier. Glaciers are disappearing around the world due to climate change, which has also beenContinue reading “Writing Exercise: The Last Plant in the Neighborhood”
Can objects haunt us? I considered this question today when responding to a writing prompt. The answer I came up with turned into the beginning of a science fiction story, which you will find a little further below. The prompt comes from the Shut Up and Write group, an international writing community that is (despite the harsh name) a friendlyContinue reading “Writing Exercise: A Pocket Watch, a Flea Market, and a Bit of Time Travel”
Last night, I opened my copy of The War of the Worlds, The Time Machine, also Selected Short Stories, a collection of works by H.G. Wells. I bought this delightfully vintage, 1963 edition hardback copy from a fun downtown bookstore in Asheville, North Carolina. The bookstore itself is a two-story building with a coffee shopContinue reading “Short Story Review: “The Red Room” by H.G. Wells”