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David's Writing Blog · 10M ago

Attrition

He was standing at attention, but staring down at the floor, lost in thought. He hadn’t heard his name. The General repeated, “Lieutenant Asche.” “Ma’am.” “I’m told that you were the only me...
David's Writing Blog · 10M ago

Just Maybe Worth It

She runs things, the whole Lows from the Hook all the way down to the Five Ways. Her boys, man, they called the Faces ‘cept they ‘aint got none, all masks and shit, all covered up, so nobod...
David's Writing Blog · 10M ago

Retrieval

I can’t believe you, she said. I can’t believe you did this to me. To us. It had been early evening, then, the sun low on the horizon surrounded by streaks of red and orange as if to frame ...
David's Writing Blog · 10M ago

Drink Up, Dreamers

“It’s halfway up the landing legs now.” She stared out the viewport. The only part of the colony still visible, ironically, was the flattened metal bulb of the water tower. All the gravel pa...
David's Writing Blog · 10M ago

Cry When It’s Over

Hide from the dead people. Keep hiding, even when they’re close. Run only when you have to. Always have an escape plan. Look for ways you can go because you’re little that they can’t becaus...
David's Writing Blog · 10M ago

Forced Entry

“I said we were safer, not safe.” Fleet pulled at the restraints, gave up, leaned his head back so that it was in contact with hers. “You’re supposed to be able to warn me about this sort of...
David's Writing Blog · 11M ago

Do You Still Feel The Pain

“Daniel?” She called down the hallway, then walked down it peering through doorways until she found him. “Daniel, I’ve made dinner. Do you want some?” “I’m having fish.” “Have you caught an...
David's Writing Blog · 11M ago

The Old Brookville Store

“I swear to you, as sure as I’m standing here, it’s still there.” The man’s finger rested on the map, halfway down a side road none of them knew. “Little mom-and-pop grocery, even has a pump...
David's Writing Blog · 11M ago

Doll Parts

It had one arm which hung limp and useless, swinging without purpose as the thing shuffled across the blacktop. What had become of the other arm couldn’t be known, not anymore. “They look wo...
David's Writing Blog · 11M ago

Rhonda’s First Epiphone

“Legs like that, you oughta be a dancer,” he drawled, a leery grin pasted on his face. Of course he didn’t mean a ballet dancer or a ballroom dancer or any kind of dancer outside of the ‘ge...