Jeff Hayward
Bio
A professional writer across several genres. Sometimes I write non-fiction. Sometimes I make it up.
Stories (4/0)
Trained For a Disaster
Horace is on his back in the middle of an aisle on the train. He's just regained consciousness, and is very groggy. It takes him a few minutes to gauge his surroundings: he's on a train, and it's definitely moving. He peeks out the window in horror, watching the rocky scenery rushing past at an alarming speed.
By Jeff Hayward2 years ago in Fiction
The Children From the Flames
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The cabin used to be hidden in a lush forest. We first found it by accident. It had mostly burned down, with a road built right alongside it. I found an aging newspaper clipping in my parent's attic that same week. It was about the fire. A family of four had perished, according to the headline.
By Jeff Hayward2 years ago in Fiction
The Most Important Skill My Dad Taught Me
When I was little, I marveled at my dad's skills. He fixed complicated analog machines. He built a doohickey that unscrambled 1980's television paywall stations (remember those?) He set up camps, and built fires. He barbecued a steak with the best of them.
By Jeff Hayward2 years ago in Families
The Quest for Salusar
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. But one thing one was for certain: the children weren't allowed to go there. The elders warned us that the dragons were not friendly to our kind, and that venturing into the valley on our own would lead to dire consequences.
By Jeff Hayward2 years ago in Fiction
