This story is part of my National Novel Writing Month project. Other chapters can be found on my nav bar tab, "Where's George." Mike watched the woman in front of him at the checkout buy a lottery ticket, a simple one dollar Quick Pick. He wanted to buy a ticket so bad his hands twitched. … Continue reading Gambler
Category: Indie Ink Writing Challenge
Hair raising
Just as night’s bright moon cast a shadow across my fair hair, a howl rang out. Quickly pulling a scarf from a pouch, I hid my locks away from Luna’s glow, guarding against vigilant locals who abhor any unfamiliar traits. Hair was only black, or brown, a rich auburn, but not lacking all tint. That … Continue reading Hair raising
I can’t quit you
I can’t quit you. I hear your siren’s call and must answer. The pull towards you is a rip tide of churning emotions. There is no peace, no comforting embrace surrounding me, only currents tugging and dragging me in so many different directions, my head throbbing with possibilities. My beating heart threatens to burst from … Continue reading I can’t quit you
Just spit me out
After months together, he reluctantly introduced me to his friends, making excuses for what he saw as my shortcomings. Speaking to me as if I was incapable of understanding simple words, making fun of my family, my work, my clothes, the way I spoke. He made it clear to them that he felt I was … Continue reading Just spit me out
For the greater good
Redistribution was to begin at the end of the week, but because Collection Teams were facing fiercer opposition than expected, Compliance Squads formed to persuade the more resistant citizens. New pick-up station notices are expected on Monday, ironically the same day I am to report for my new job, redistributing possessions and professions simultaneously. Voluntary … Continue reading For the greater good
A conversation unspoken
She likened it to packing for a week-long trip - changes of clothes, snacks, drinks, extra shoes, a sweater in case it turns cold, medicine and emergencies contact telephone numbers, a camera, games, toys, the list was impressive. All this for only one person, and a tiny person at that. A morning outing took hours … Continue reading A conversation unspoken
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