Short stories in a corner of the web

 "Andrew, time for dinner!" Suzie fussed about in the kitchen, ladling the last bits of soup into the family sized tureen. There was the telltale sounds of footfalls on the steps, alerting her to the fact her shouting was not in vain. "Here I am, Mom," he puffed. She took a quick look at him. He really looked like he dashed headlong down the stairs. Sweat was slightly beading around his forehead.  She smiled at him and patted him on the shoulder. "Wipe your face real quick for me. And after that, could you please finish setting the table for me?" He nodded vigorously and found a paper towel to wipe off the offending sweat. Washing his hands and tossing the paper away, he grabbed the stack of three plates and bowls gingerly. "He's a good kid," she thought. "Difficult teen at best of times, but still a good kid." She watched him set each plate and bowl down carefully with barely a sound.  "Well, I guess I better finish up too,...

 Hyperborean: taken from  The Writing Prompt "That's the last time I'll take a gig during this time of year," huffed Dominic. He was dressed head to toe in flannel and even that was covered in snowboard pants and ermine lined white coat. His hands were resting on the butt of a sniper rifle, doing his level best to keep it steady. He was quietly cursing his prior eagerness of taking a job in the depths of a Buffalo winter.  Dominic initially scoffed at the idea, thinking it would be some picturesque fluff; nothing to be worried about. But the more he read about the location, checked the impending forecasts, his bravado shrank a bit. A shiver brought him back from his reminiscing. The snow was coming in flurries. A multitude of snowflakes hit him in the face, shocking him further.  "Sitting in a football stadium and waiting on a target better be worth the bonus," he thought. Dominic's index finger tapped out an irregular rhythm on the trigger. "Need t...

Well, in keeping the promise to myself, I am continuing the writing exercises. Since the previous exercise was 21 questions, I split it up. So this here will be the back half and hopefully still in an interview format.  11. Have you ever hated someone enough to wish something terrible happened to them? Janan: Good God, yes. I mean, take a look at me! I'm a Black femme bodied woman that has too smart of a mouth for their own good! People have tried to get over on me since kid age. But you said someone, referring to one specific person. There's a long list, but I don't want to go too dark on you...so I'll keep it simple. My 7th grade teacher, Mrs. Pasquale. She was dead set on drilling into my head that I'll never make good in anything that I'd do. Anything. Didn't matter that my grades were above average; I was always below average. Who does that to a kid? Seriously.  12. What's the worst thing you have ever done? Janan: *laughs* I am a wetwork specialist...

So , I guess my writing blurbs will start now. I opted in for writing prompts thanks to  The Write Prompt  and I figure it's best to avail myself of said prompts to get my mind going.  Also, I feel it'll be a welcome break from editing.  The character I'll 'ask' the questions to is Janan Sandersson; the leader of the United States Assassination Squad, via the Corporation. 1. What is your greatest physical attribute? Janan: Physical attributes, huh? You mean what I like on my body? That's asking a lot. My body has gone through a lot, and I'm still learning to love things about it. Oh...that wasn't what you asked. Sorry about that. Um...I like the scar I have from the bottom of my neck and past my right clavicle. Shows that when push came to shove, no one could get rid of my stubborn ass. 2. What do you hate about yourself? Janan: Ooof. If I knew we were doing this, I'd cancel my time with the therapist this week. Well, since this came up in the sessio...

 Well, since I don't have my novel released (yet), I figure the best thing to probably do is toss up some writing samples.  What better way to get a feel for my writing than tossing up a few short stories? Also, it's probably a good way to show others that I'm up to this sort of thing. Granted, I used to be a music journalist. However, talking about being fanciful after describing synth claps, vocoders and aural distortion doesn't transition well. Keep an eye on this site for future blurbs and the like.