A.C. Sweet
Bio
Inspired by the beauty of the Pacific Northwest, and fueled by stories of all kinds since childhood, one of my favorite passions and goals is to connect and understand through the written word.
Stories (8/0)
Meeting the Sky
In the little metal lunchbox were scraps of paper notes, and old movie tickets, and pins, and those smashed pennies from novel places. All that and select photos, and old keys from homes that I once claimed. There is a picture at my grandpa’s breakfast table, with its clutter of breakfast apparatus. The occupied bowls, orange juice filled glasses and plates of bacon, eggs, golden-brown toast all strewn and aligned with the encircling chairs and their smiley occupants: grandpa, mom, and me.
By A.C. Sweet6 days ago in Fiction
Moon in the Dark
Mountainous dunes of the sea angrily crashed all around. Not a crumb of land could be seen, only the torrent of nature’s wrath cascading. In the midst of the cacophony wavered a man who was without coat and hat. His sleeves flapped at his forearms. His hair danced a terminal gallop as his face shrunk and stretched. The man gripped the bars of his small craft as if they were some salvation.
By A.C. Sweet11 days ago in Fiction
Unhearables
CHAPTER I: Entry Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I clenched my teeth at they and I muted my comms and purged myself of voice. The scream was not silenced by the space that surrounded me. The scream charged out of my diaphragm and reentered via my drums. Like cycling urine in a Fosmos. I could hear my scream!
By A.C. Sweet2 years ago in Fiction
