Stories (5/0)
North Dakota Grannies Knitting Circle
Six elderly women, all carrying large knitting bags, five walking and wearing pink parkas, the last in line pushing a wheelchair with the sixth in a blue parka, filed out of the Senior Center restaurant. They passed by the tax preparer’s office and turned into the closed quilting store beside it. The store was closed, but open for them every other Sunday.
By Sjan Evardsson2 years ago in Fiction
Beacon
It’s the third day I’ve spent in the barn, waiting on my batteries to recharge, and the fourth since I ran away. The solar cell I found and rigged up isn’t efficient, especially in these short, February days. The axe head I’ve been using to dig in the ice is near the broken door, and the bull hasn’t come in for the night yet.
By Sjan Evardsson3 years ago in Fiction
Walker
It burned against my chest, the beautiful, cursed thing. Its weight pulled at the string around my neck from which it hung, taunting, daring me to find her. My steps crunched the dried grass to dust, a dim sun struggled to pierce the everlasting amber haze, and still it goaded me on.
By Sjan Evardsson3 years ago in Fiction
The Price of Popularity
Sarah was sure it was lost for good. She’d had it in the pharmacy, where she used it to to answer a text, but it was nowhere to be found when she got back to her car. Not a big loss; she could go back to using her finger, after all. She felt a pang when she thought that.
By Sjan Evardsson3 years ago in Horror
