I must admit that hosting a flash fiction contest was a bit stressful. First, there was the fear that no one would submit stories ... then the fear that there would be a bunch of stories, and I would be blind by the end of the week. Thankfully, there was a happy median, and here I sit…
Those Dark, Troubled Grounds
There certainly is a strange sort of magic in Tucker, Ohio. It seeps out of the grass and flowers, traveling through the trees and the two rivers that trap this small town; a supernatural air of mystery. It is because of the nature of this place that things both miraculous and horrifying occur. Some say…
A Missed Fortune
The dumplings had gone cold, their once steamed flesh now wrinkled and rubbery. Aaron prodded at one's side with the tips of his chopsticks and chuckled as it brought back not so found memories of seventh grade science class. After realizing that it most likely wouldn't get any fresher sitting on his plate he…
How Kirby Jones Came to be in a Cookie Jar
There has always been a lot of strange goings-on in the small town of Tucker, Ohio. Some would say that they have had far more than their fair share of troubles and oddities, but the minds of Tuckerites seem to differ on that opinion. They believe that it is those very troubles and oddities that…
Alstroemeria Serenade
 Happiness can be fleeting. It wanes as the moon does through the seasons, never in one place for too long. It hops and leaps about like a frog, sharing its goodness with the world for mere moments at a time. Then, as an impatient child will, it slips away again—off to explore the other corners…
The Tree and the Town
There was a tree that stood on a hill. The hill rose high in the sky, a tower that's shadow was thrown over the town in the late afternoons. It stood tall, it's thick brown branches lifting towards the sky, praising the sun that fed it. It seemed holy in unnatural ways and drew all…
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