Forum: Member Stories

Twilight Zone Short Story--Or first chapter in a Weird book-- I'm Undecided. Refuge Tree had no idea where he was, nor how he’d gotten there. It was hard to be sure, in the absence of any hard data, but he felt an underlying dread that made him think that he was being actively...

Breakthrough FMJ Dr. Thomas Walker parked his car in the lot and opened his private office door every Wednesday night a little before six to set up the conference room for his support group meeting at seven. He was the facilitator for the Bay area Abduction Support group and currently had six...

............................A LIFE GONE SO FAST.................................. Raised in a small town. Life was good. Knew so little and felt so much About family and pals and girls and such. My biggest fears then,were really nothing at all. Like making the team and would I have a...

My uncle, Lloyd D. Lindsey, is 92 and still kicking! He's a quiet, kind-but-tough ol' Missouri Boy who still rolls his own cigarettes and, from age 12 until the day he retired, only worked for one employer, the International Shoe Factory. Like most good ol' boys, he never said much. When my...

Opening Day I was ten years old, and dying to shoot something. All the previous summer, my dad had taught me how to shoot, and care for a rifle, and what tracks different animals made, and all of the other lore that generations before had passed along to their heirs. Hunting season was...

<b>October 21, 2003 Into the Arms of Morpheus</b> The boy put down the phone then turned to the man sitting in the reclining chair watching television to say “Dad, Pete and I want to go to the mall. Can I go?” Larry Nichols looked away from the glowing screen to contemplate his son,...

<b>August 01, 2002: 3:34 Eastern Time</b> John Horne set down his coffee cup and once again addressed his screen. No matter how many times he recalculated the new budget there wasn't any escaping the fact that at least one member of the office staff was going to have to be laid off. ...

My little .44 Magnum I got a job working for the Indiana State Board of Health. My first apposition was in Northern Indiana—a little Slaughterhouse called “Hobart Locker”—though in fact; it was about halfway between Merrillville and Valparaiso, well South of Hobart. (The original...

..... Prologue There was a time that I didn’t have much effect in the World. Nothing depended on me, and no one looked to me for leadership. Most people would have called me a loser back then. I had never lived any other life; so I didn’t realize just how blessed that I was. Apparently...

Mother almost Shot Me My Uncle Allen, just by coincidence, had the same last name as my Father. He married my Father’s Half-Sister, who up until then did not share my Father’s last name. Back in the ‘50’s Uncle Allen owned a parking lot downtown. He still had it as late as ’61 or...

Idiot This was late summer, 1985. I was Recently out of the Army--an experience that thoroughly jangled my nerves. Landed a Job in Valparaiso, Ind.--Just about as far from my Evansville home as I could get, and still be in The Nation. They still stuck to the Old Tradition of Dragging Main...

Another Work in Progress Thicker Than Water Zane was working on a drawing, and was just as happy as if he’d been in his right mind, when someone knocked at his door. Many things might surprise Zane, but there were very few things left in the World of mortal man that would astonish...

Trial Balloon for a Story: Wayside Chapter One

Does anyone have an update on Kathy in FL? How are her parents and her family? How is her diabetes? Thanks, Txliberty

Chapter 1. Damn it was cold. Jake shivered as he huddled under the fallen Aspen on the side of the mountain. He rubbed his hands together and then cupped them and breathed into them in a vain attempt to warm his hands. The moisture from his breath froze instantly to his mustache and left a cloud...

*Mods please delete the other thread* This chapter has been edited and revised and added to. The Rift: Hell Opened Chapter 1 “Ladies and Gentlemen, the President of the United Global Federation.” The announcer spoke boldly into the microphone and then stepped aside as the President...

Trail of Vengeance Chapter 1 It was a cold morning today. The date was January the twelfth; it was snowing lightly with a slight breeze as I stood before the tombstone again for what must have been the thousandth time. It never got any easier and I still had not been able to come to terms...

Be sure to see Part I first. The Storm - Part II of II Chapter 7.

This ended up being a little over the 25K character limit so it's in two parts. Depending on how it is received, I'm considering increasing it to a full length novel. So, all feedback will be greatly appreciated...good or bad.TIA The Snow Storm Chapter 1. Late for work again Thomas...

Hey everybody! I'm new to the forum, and I just wanted to introduce myself. I recently (within the last 5 years) have gained any interest in being prepared for natural disasters every since I found out that my home of Memphis is right on top a giant fault line (New Madrid). I thought I would...

The Carpenter Papers, Volume 1: The Approaching Storm Forward A Forward by Walter Stone Hines, Professor of History, History Department Chair, The New Yadkin College, Yadkin College, North Carolina In a world still recovering from the effects of the Second Dark Age, you may wonder how...

This is a bit of a different type of story in an apocalyptic vein. Comments and reviews are welcome. The Box FMJ Chapter 1 The call informing me of the death of my maternal grandfather was not unexpected. Although he was reclusive, the family had known that he was in poor health...

This is a short tale about the incredible power of the imagination of youth..... Master Lincoln and Goliath FMJ Goliath was a pure bred palomino stallion with a chestnut coat, a long white mane,...

The Challenge FMJ The dreadnought class star-ship, U.S.S. Ticonderoga was only six months subjective time out from Charon’s world of Alpha Centauri on a four year extended tour of duty at high light velocity and tensions were running...

Friends, I haven’t quit writing. I’m just not coming up with anything that I feel is worth keeping. I just spent a week in the hospital with cellulitis and septicemia. It was a bummed-out experience. Anyway, they found some sort of growths on both my kidneys. They might be benign, but...

Encounter FMJ One rule that I have tried to follow is to never discuss business in the presence of strangers. The risk is just too great when your customers always pay in gold. But it was just a little slip. It might have been the wine that flowed a little too freely over the meal or maybe...

On the fireplace mantel sits an eclectic assembly of photographs, people smiling from pictures taken from various decades and occasions. On the corner of the mantel is the picture of an old man. His sharp eyes smile out from the picture in contrast to the feebleness of the aging body framing...

Fresh Meat FMJ There were a few more than usual but about the same mix. The players change but the program remains the same. Ragged, underfed and forlorn; they kept to the shadows surrounding the circle of light outside the gate. Uneasy in groups, they cast fearful glances at one another as...

The setting is a small town in northern Nevada . . . about 100 years from now. Reviews and comments are welcome. It Just Started Making This Strange Noise FMJ Miniature dust devils whirled down the road in the midday heat coming off the softening asphalt gathering and moving anything...

Several people had asked me to post a message here when my next Parno novel was available. Parno's Gambit, #3 in the Black Sheep series, will be available to the public next Friday, March 10. It's available for pre-order now I'm told, as well. ...

This is a short story to introduce a series called, strangely enough, Old Houses. Old Houses Intro FMJ Old houses talk of bygone days. They creak when they sway in the wind as their heavy wooden timbers flex. The rain and humidity makes their proud dark woodwork expand and contract...

Algebra The sounds of the game in the head set didn’t mask Mom’s footsteps in the hall. Her steps stopped at my bedroom door and I hit the computer key that brought up the screen with my Algebra homework. She knocked as she barged into my room, polite and rude at the same time. “Cliff? How’s...

Hi all - here is a non-historical story I am mulling about and would appreciate your comments. ****************************************************************** Listen children to a story That was written long ago… I had learned to listen to the still quiet voice - the one in my mind...

Smith hobbled rather than walked from his car to the church doors. To walk as able-bodied others did had been taken from him years before by diabetes, gout, and sedentary habits he lacked the willpower to break. It was all he could do to shuffle forward, one minuscule step after another, as he...

I am an avid reader of TB PAW stories! I found them after the squirrel dropped theirs. TB has many excellent writers and I have read many of them including Kathy in FL. I know and have her blog site booked marked but is there a current list of her completed stories? I know a few women I think who...

There have been several posts over the last few months of people wanting help to find the name of a story from the old fiction section at FS. Well, I decided to see if I could find the names of those stories since I knew which ones they were talking about but the name was at the tip of my tongue. ...

I dont know if this has been posted here before,but I've seen posts of former squirrels looking for the fiction that was at F£Ù&@l §qui££Œl's before being pulled. http://web.archive.org/web/20071021053129/http://frugalsquirrels.com/ubb/ultimatebb.php?ubb=forum;f=64 Matt

Martin walked down the crowded street not really paying any attention to the other Winter Break shoppers as they scurried past each other on their self-absorbed mission of consumerism. He’d already spent far too many credits and pretty much burned up what was left of his salary advance for the...