Just Another Story

Just Another Story

Seeker stops at the Firsthaven town sign and sets our luggage down. He gives me an expectant look, empty of ideas. My throat tight, I reach into my beaded bag and clutch the familiar worn folds of the letter. I murmur a spell to summon words. “Yes,” I say aloud, “we’ll stop here. It’s as good a place as any to try again.” Seeker nods and grunts as he repositions the luggage over his shoulder. Then he gestures for me to lead the way. I do, of course. Firsthaven’s single main road is charming, if lacking in style. Tired colors,...

A full moon seen through the trees against a deep purple sky.

Breathless

Hand-in-hand we sat, like we always did, the way we always had. But this wasn’t always. This was the end, even if only I knew what was coming. His hand rested in mine, no strength in the grip, just laying like a sleeping bird. Spots covered the wrinkled skin, the contrast even more stark against the pale, young covering I’d woken to a few days earlier. Though I was mostly used to the new body and face, it was disconcerting to him. His mind no longer recalled my “magic” as he’d always called it. He’d been the only person I’d...

Two red apples on a leafy tree

The Fall of Saltbush

Author’s note: we’re stretching our creative muscles this year. We have a planned quartet, with each of us writing two stories. Together they spin an on-going tale of magic gone awry in a small Texas town. Look for a new story on each equinox and solstice. If you aren’t caught up, check out the rest of the story here: Part 1: Welcome to Saltbush Part 2: Showdown at the Solstice, Part 1 Part 3: Showdown at the Solstice, Part 2 Part 4: Move Along, Li’l Doggie CHAPTER 7 Juni dropped her head to the table with purposely loud thud. The...

A single red heart-shaped balloon with a white spring floats away against a blue sky with a few thin clouds.

Move Along, Lil’ Doggie

Story 1: Welcome to Saltbush Story 2: Showdown at the Solstice, Part 1 Story 3: Showdown at the Solstice, Part 2 Author’s note: we’re stretching our creative muscles this year. We have a planned quartet, with each of us writing two stories. Together they spin an on-going tale of magic gone awry in a small Texas town. Look for a new story on each equinox and solstice. ***** Cara Boss rode the demonic horned creature like a seasoned bronco buster, driving the beast into the gaping maw that was its prison, her face aging like a horrifying time-lapse film as...

Showdown at the Solstice, Part 2

Showdown at the Solstice, Part 2

Author’s note: the planned quartet continues with August’s second installment… stretched into two parts, because, well, it kinda got away from her like a mustang on the prairie. The on-going tale of magic gone awry in a small Texas town continues with the next solstice story. Look for a new story from Jill on the fall equinox and continue with part two of this installment at the bottom! CHAPTER SIX The shack was so quiet, so lonely. Regi crawled into bed and sprawled out the way he wanted; he got up when he wanted, ate what he wanted for breakfast,...

Showdown at the Solstice, Part 1

Showdown at the Solstice, Part 1

Author’s note: the planned quartet continues with August’s second installment (read part one here)… stretched into two parts, because, well, it kinda got away from her like a mustang on the prairie. The on-going tale of magic gone awry in a small Texas town continues with the next solstice story. Look for a new story from Jill on the fall equinox, and continue with part two of this installment at the bottom! CHAPTER FOUR Regi Nardelle wasn’t in possession of any curses but, in that moment, he was thinking an awful lot about stopping by Glamr after the council meeting...

A wolf howling over a prairie at sunset, with a full moon, and the words WELCOME TO SALTBUSH in clumsy font

Welcome to Saltbush

Author’s note: we’re stretching our creative muscles this year. We have a planned quartet, with each of us writing two stories. Together they spin an on-going tale of magic gone awry in a small Texas town. Look for a new story on each equinox and solstice. CHAPTER ONE This time, the strange child’s insistent screech was so loud that Regi had to physically steady himself. He took off his glasses and rubbed his temples, grateful for the handful of locals shushing the child and shooting him concerned looks. A headache this bad hadn’t come on since he’d moved to Saltbush...

A foggy white double crystal in the approximate shape of a heart

Story 6: The Ghost and the Espresso Machine

I had to go back to the Lovegood Café. I didn’t want to, but I had to retrieve the Soulmate Stone before I could rage quit—preferably on a busy Friday or Saturday night—and they could all kiss my ass. The only question was, could I act normally now, knowing what I knew? The video I’d taken had surprised me. Without any proof, I’d always kind of assumed it was either Chef or his sous-chef. They had the easiest access to all the food, and Chef legit went ballistic if anyone went near his precious romance risotto. My surprise came from...

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