Feb. 17
Adriene has posted the February edition of the Third Sunday Blog Carnival and has included my story “The Tourist Attraction.” Stop by and take a look, there are some great stories there, including a couple by my friends, Scott Livingston, and Rooster Smith, from the #WriterNation.
Jims Got Web on the Third Sunday Blog Carnival
Diane’s Dream
Diane’s Dream
When Diane walked into the room, she immediately knew that the man who was going to kill her was there. Diane has known about her death for six weeks; she has seen it happen, repeatedly, in her dreams. Read more
Remember Me
“People will remember me,” Jerry said as he gathered the things he needed and put them in the trunk of his car. “When I become famous, people will talk about me and remember what I did today.” He was a model son, student, and neighbor, and always did everything that others expected of him. No one could have seen this coming. Read more
The Tourists Attraction
“Get the hell out of here, you damn tourists, and leave me alone.”
I’m sick of it. Every day there’s a group of tourists, standing by my fence watching us, pointing, and whispering. I don’t know what started it, but I’ll be damned if I’m gonna’ put up with it much longer. We’ve become some kind of tourists attraction or somethin’. They park the bus over at the Walmarts and then walk to my house to stare at us. Read more
Her Next Victim
Without a sound, Francis crept into the dark room, listening to the quiet breathing of her next victim. Read more
The Line
Billy tried to see the end of the line but it was useless, it seemed to go on forever. He’s been standing here for almost an hour and the line has barely moved. Read more
Remember
Remember
Gary always wondered how long it would take before someone noticed that he couldn’t remember what happened from one day to the next. He worked hard at hiding it, and most of his tricks for coping worked well. Read more
The Show
The Show
“Hurry up Rita, or we’ll miss the show.” Sammy was so excited this morning that he’d woken up at sunrise and was in his sister’s room trying to get her up. They had a long walk into town and he wanted to get an early start. Read more
Zek the Vrek
Zek the Vrek
The Strantlonian Vrek sipped his tall, chilled Nepune Rapure, looked around the room at his small gathering of friends, and wondered if this is how it was on other planets. They were helping Zek celebrate his seven hundredth and ninety second Read more
Before They Come Back
Before They Come Back
“Excuse me sir.” Here it comes, I hate it when people ask me for money. I pay my taxes so that there are places they can go when they need help. I’ll just keep walking; ignore him, shake my head, and say “sorry.” Read more