This is an entry for the Springfield Writers Guild Spring Writing Contest 2025. The contest rules: “Your entry must include the following words: Timepiece, Ancient, Shadow, and Family. * Must include all four words listed above * No more than 750 words total (not including the title) * You can write a Short Story or…
“May I?”, he asked seductively, pulling out the stiffened leathery mass bulging in his pants. “You may,” she murmured, tossing her hair back to receive his offering. His tongue darted playfully toward the twins—soft mounds tempting him as they lay back on their sides. Pushing closer, its hard pink tip glided at the last…
“Yeah, they just told me Sean’s back from the hospital. Chris, chill—I swear, I had nothing to do with it. “Look, I get why you’re pissed. My bad for telling Sean about it. But Jesus, it was just a story. “It was Gary’s idea to baggie that dried salmon jerky. It was for Sarah’s…
I’ve no idea why he chose to message me – perhaps because I was one of the few journalists who attended both trials? After his convictions for the four murders in Texas, his sentencing to three additional executions in Oklahoma was a tad anticlimactic for other national reporters. But for whatever reason, he chose…
“There’s a hole in my stomach…,” the boy, maybe ten, said weakly. “Oh, that. It’s OK—they’s so happy you made it through the crash, they gonna throw you a party,” the grizzled homeless man said. Taking off his dirty jacket, he laid it over the young man’s abdomen. “You ate too much for lunch, gotta let…
