The Unwelcome by: Ashlyn Johnson Grace was born in just that. At least that’s what her father told her. She was born in the grace of God, even though her mother died during labor.
“Come on sweet Charley, it’s time for bed.” Her mother’s beloved voice called from the hallway. It was her mother’s voice that provided Charley with comfort when nighttime arrived. It was her familiar scent that soothed Charley when cradled closely to her mother’s chest. The gallop of her heart beating in an evened rhythm, a […]
Bluebells A Perilous Spring Walk Through East Vancouver
Just the Tips is brought to you by KJ Marshall. This week’s topic is Nailing Dialogue!
Kevan favored him with a cocksure grin, flinty eyes catching the light of the candles as he hovered just outside Abeir’s window.
“You don’t look pleased to see me. I feel like I should be insulted.”
Gregory Allen is a Southern rapper from Louisiana, who started making country rap music colloquially referred to as, Hick Hop. He makes the beats himself and does all of his own mixing as well. Since he is hands on from start to finish, it gives him an edge of creativity that doesn’t quite fit any […]
Tigershark Jacket by Damon Garn Fourteen-year-old David Winchester was a troublemaker. He wandered the streets of Colorado Springs at night and sometimes lifted tools or other items he thought he could sell. He’d started hanging out with a group of rowdy older boys, and tonight had been his first big job with the gang. He’d […]
His name was Dick. That wasn’t short for Richard or anything, it was just Dick, because his parents had apparently been seers of the highest regard, wielding the ability to gaze far into his future and understand exactly the type of person he would become. Actually, they’d both been long-time potheads living alone in a […]
The Devil’s Den by V. Palma-Ramey Alabama 3 – Woke Up This Morning The phone rang in their sparsely furnished communications room. He picked it up. After a few passing moments, the brawny redhead in the navy blue suit set the receiver to his chest. “Hey brother, boss man wants me to interrupt her interrogation.” […]
Our gas station was the epitome of small-town country stores.