Friday Fictioneers: In Too Deep

*** We’re in deep. Too deep. All was calm. All was bright…as it could be. Considering the circumstances. We took it hour by hour. Then day by day. We shoulda known the calm would only last so long. High tide, low tide. The winds of change. Then storm clouds formed on the horizon. There’s no…

Friday Fictioneers: The Way Out

  Beads of sweat slip down her skin. The leather of her shoes sticks to her feet. White heat bounces off stucco walls. Identical alleyways, one after another. Salt laden air drifts through, teasing her left. Waves pound rocks. The sound swirls in her ears, pulling her right. How did I get here? How do I get out? She rounds a…

Friday Fictioneers: Nobody Escapes

  Rain pelted Mac’s head, her shoulders. The stone building would offer some shelter from the storm, despite a crumbling roof and missing door. “Do you think anybody lives here?” Bea peered around the boulder. “No. It’s too run down.” Mac picked her way to the hut, avoiding muddy ground that might capture a footprint. She ducked inside, Bea close…

Friday Fictioneers: What Lies Deep

Churn, churn, rumble, surge. Words streamed out and crashed into me, like waves against a rocky shore. But I am not made of stone. Words, unlike water, don’t simply wash away. Everything changes. Even the stone, over time, gets worn down. Churn, churn, rumble, surge.  My nerves are frayed. Sleep dances out of reach. At least now I know. The…

The Way Out (Literary Lion: Gamble)

Mac ducked behind a building. She pressed her back to the cool brick and slid down. Her arms crossed over her knees, shoulders slumped. “Didja find ‘im?” Her head snapped up at the sound of a soft voice. The girl approached, her footsteps silent over the dirt. Twelve, maybe thirteen. Sinewy arms hugged her front,…