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Empty Fridges of my Past
Empty Fridges of my Past Joan Grey *** It’s odd, thinking about how my life as a child has affected who I am as an adult. That sounds silly, when I look at it on the screen — of course my childhood affected me. DUH. But, what I mean is less about the directly obvious...
Feb 2025 Drabbles
Feb 1, 2025 Death to Chickens They slipped through the forest, glad there was no snow on the ground. It was impossible to be quiet in snow. The target was close – just past the tree line. On the map, the trees looked dangerously far from the building, but they could...
Jan 2025 Drabbles
Jan 1, 2025 Difficulties "I don't understand why you haven't just told him." Monte shifted to peer down onto the alley. The assholes were late. Corthag glowered at the tablet screen showing the tracker the pixie Penny held. "There is nothing to tell." Monte stared at...
Red Rabbits
Red Rabbits Joan Grey *** Leo paused as he came back to his desk. A hint of red peeked out from under the bland manila folders piled in front of his computer. Another note. He glanced around the office, but everyone was focused on their own work. Who is leaving these?...
New Boss
It's A Bargain Joan Grey *** I wasn’t going to make it. Which was bad enough for just-me (who wants to die in the middle of winter in the Sedli forest? Not me.), but it would be catastrophic for Tiktaw Village. I gritted my teeth and leaned around the side of the...
Death Has No Hold On Us
Death Has No Hold On Us Joan Grey *** The wine tastes odd. Bitter. Johann glances at the glass, but the wine looks normal. Pale gold, reflections of the multicolored lights flashing in the liquid. Narrowing his eyes, he sets the glass down on a nearby table and moves...
Why I Self-Publish
Okay, so. I write against tropes, a lot of the time. I’m finishing up a paranormal women’s fiction series in which there’s: no sex, no romance, lots of laundry and grocery shopping, a MC who’s An Actual Adult (she doesn’t jump to conclusions, she pays attention to...
Winter Is Here
Well, the cats have the right idea. It's cold out, so we should bundle up under as many blankets as we can. Peaches was wondering why I bothered to get out of bed at all, though her brother wanted me to go downstairs and give them the day's serving of squishy food....
404
Prompt: I woke up in pitch black after a risky but necessary operation. The bedside clock said 404. *** The first thing I heard was beeping. Repeated, regular, like it had been going on forever. My fucking alarm. I groped for my phone, but my arm wouldn’t move. That...
