James Farrell
Stories (4/0)
He couldn't resist
The haul was enticing. A short, simple job. In and out. An hour at most. It piqued his interest. He once said he was done with this life. Swore he would leave it behind. But it was hard to resist that urge. It wasn’t even about the money. He’d never scored any real money.
By James Farrell12 months ago in Fiction
The old porch
He outlasted the dog. That old coward ran inside at the second crack of thunder. Lighting flashed. The mist of pouring rain floated beneath the rickety porch and kissed his skin. He resisted the urge to care. In another context, it might have felt nice.
By James Farrellabout a year ago in Fiction
- Runner-Up in Campfire Ghost Story Challenge
- Runner-Up in The Fantasy Prologue
HarbingerRunner-Up in The Fantasy Prologue
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. At least, that’s what my mother told me. And when I remember her words, I smell her scent – vanilla and citrus – and I hear the soft crackle of oak on our hearth. She loved to tell stories. That one was her favorite.
By James Farrell2 years ago in Fiction