Chapter 6: 1877 - The Porch The summer sun shines on the lawn, making the scene of children running and playing tag even more lively than one could give account to. Avery climbs his way up a sprawling

Chapter 5: 1864 - The Manor "Wake up, Joshua." The dim light from the candle my Father held gleamed off of his glass eye, a token from an unfortunate incident that involved breaking a stallion.

Chapter 4: 1877 - The Fields The handles of Tull's horse-drawn hoe wheedle in my grip. The three fingers left on my hand make steadying the plough an arduous task. I could leave it for Luther to learn,

Chapter 3: 1858 - The Cottage Olivia sat at the edge of the bed in nothing but her slip. White cotton and frilled at the edges, leading to bare shoulders that she covered with hands and arms crossed at

Chapter 2: 1875 - The Woods The sound of our horses' hooves is dampened by a layer of dewy leaves as they tread with a cautious gait. About twenty paces in front and to my right, Red Beauchamp sits astride

Chapter 1: 1858 - The Farmhouse I remember that Summer day when Peter came running up to me, out of breath. He and the kids from some neighboring families were engaged in a game of tag that had gone on

1872 - The Fence Sweat has saturated the band of my straw hat, so I take it off and mop my forehead as best I can with an equally soaked handkerchief. The action gives me a brief respite from the labor,

Jean twisted the dial on the radio until the volume of voices came out louder than the ubiquitous static. The past couple of days had sparked a revival of AM radio not seen since audio theater, with people

@jrhughes I apologize for my complete and utter failure in this exercise. I will however complete my challenge, for myself if no one else, with this one last photo. Keep Izzy and Pepper company pretty

Being a dog must be so difficult! Thank you @lilycat83 for nominating me to do this photo challenge, I’m sorry it is a little late! In turn, I nominate @lrancap, and present for Day 3 the photo above.

I'll just get straight into the meaning of this title and picture... it's about standing out and being YOU because that's something NOBODY can change, as we are all under the sun of this world but like

I wonder if dogs experience bad ear days instead of bad hair days... Thank you @lilycat83 for nominating me to do this photo challenge. In turn, I nominate @jrhughes (I'm certain not for the first time),

@jrhughes I think he might be waiting for someone to sneak him a sock! Thank you @lilycat83 for nominating me to do this photo challenge. In turn, I nominate @horrorguyian, and present for Day 1 the photo

From 6-8 pm EST (10-12 pm UTC) the classiest pantsless broadcast around will be making lit fun for nerds and norms alike. Join us tonight to hear the lovely @geke read her winning flash piece, My Uncertainty

(Image source: Pixabay.com) Hello, all fiction writers! Welcome to the 1st fiction writing competition week 1. Ever since I posted the introduction to the fiction competition...There have been moments

This story was written for a few reasons. First, it fleshes out a scene captured by @rea in the photograph below of a small tree and a tiny cloud. She took it on a bright day in Heartwood Forest near East

I apologize for the delay, but you know what? I have it here for you now! So, without further ado... Welcome to the third episode of Fictioneers' Webcast! This episode of Fictioneers focused on our very

Misfire by Lena Damvar “Who called the fucking cops?” Dylan reached out and grabbed a teller by the hair, yanking her to her feet. She shrieked as he pointed his revolver at her head, and then shriveled

CLOUDS FLOCK TOGETHER LIKE MEAN GIRLS plotting to rain on my parade. De-coated, but not defeated, I phone my evil daughter. I practice sounding stern and cold and calm: “I want my coat back.” Voice mail.

As some of you are aware, the first episode of our webcast - the debut no less - was not recorded because silly me forgot to hit the record button. WELL NOT THIS TIME! This time, I present to you: the