Wow…I didn’t expect to get likes and followers. I started this blog just to show my friends what I was up to in my writing. So I guess I’ll mention that I LOVE critiques. I want to better my writing as best I can, so constructive criticism is always appreciated. And this story sure as hell needs it. I accidentally stuffed in a bunch of politics, all because I wanted to change the beginning so that the story didn’t open with someone waking up in bed. So now I don’t know if any of it makes any sense.

Short story: Sci-fi fantasy.

Gabriel checked around them to make sure no one was near, then leaned in close. “I’ve got something to show you. Tonight, after Carus hits high.”

Orias shook his head. After the second moon reached its apex would be well in the middle of the night, heading towards morning. “Can’t you just show me tomorrow?”

“It has to be tonight.” Gabriel turned to race off down the corridor, shouting behind him “Don’t forget!”

Orias watched him go, realizing that he really didn’t have to worry about it. There was no way Gabriel would wake in the night for anything – it was a chore for anyone just to get him out of bed in the morning. He was briefly disappointed before the notion entered his head that they were better off without whatever Gabriel wanted to show him. If it was anything like Gabriel’s previous adventures, it could never end well. He was just one year younger than Orias; it was time for him to quit causing problems for everyone around him.

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Building the Bones

Short story: Horror.

My brother arrived late in the evening, in the thick humidity that rolls in with the last of the summer storms. The front drive was littered with dead leaves that crumbled underfoot as I stepped out to greet him. I wasn’t greeted back; Marcus refused to look me in the eye. A strange expression persisted on his face as he looked over my foyer and hallway, even into the living room. I thought I saw his lip rising in a sneer when I pointed out the new credenza I had recently purchased, as if it physically disgusted him. I only pointed it out because I thought it would please him. But I told myself that he was only tired from his trip, or that I was imagining it all. Marcus’s face was shadowed from many days without shaving. It could have been that the lighting caused me to see an expression on Marcus’s face that wasn’t there at all. I do keep certain rooms dimly lit to wash out the hideous colors Catherine picked for them. Still, when I motioned him to an armchair, he sat cautiously and remarked that I seemed to be doing very well for myself. I couldn’t disagree; my business had been moving steadily forward with a minimum workforce and Catherine and I had found no reason to worry about money.

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