You can read previous episodes of The Amberly Chronicles HERE. Previously in The Amberly Chronicles… I stare at the screen with such intensity that my eyes sting. The word ‘processing’ stops flashing and my heart hammers so hard I can barely breathe. Oliver takes my hand. Request approved. I let out a shriek, dizzy with … More The Amberly Chronicles Episode Twelve: The Request Part Two.
Hi everyone, the following is the first part of a story I plan to share with you each week. It’s still in early conception and I’m not one hundred percent sure of what I’m going to call it yet, so for now I’m going with 9009. You’ll see why by the end. I hope you … More The Amberly Chronicles: Episode One: 9009
Megan came out of the book store with four books tucked under her arm and an empty wallet. She shouldn’t really have bought the last one. Okay, she really shouldn’t have bought more than one, but she couldn’t help it, there were just too many good books. Why did they always have to come out … More YA Book Lover: A Short Story.
Ava stood in the park, staring at the tree. “What are you doing?” her mum asked as she pulled the plates out of the picnic set. “Looking at the lady,” Ava told her. Her mum turned her head and then looked back at Ava. “What lady?” “The lady in the tree,” Ava explained. Her mum … More The Lady in the Tree.
(My attempt at a story under 50 words.) There is a ghost in the window staring at me. She tries to pull me toward her, but I resist, turning and walking away. The house trembles with her anger, her shrieks tangling with the wind. I ignore her cries. I’m done with the dead;it’s my turn … More The Ghost in the Window.
She traced her tongue across her fangs as she calculated the probability of her actually killing him. He was far stronger than she was, but she was quicker, and he was distracted by feeding. Beth didn’t know how much longer she could stand being with him. One hundred years was a long time to be … More Short Story: Ending Forever Part 1.
Her wolf stared at her. She could feel his eyes burning into her, could feel his worry under her skin. She ignored him, staring up at the moon. She sat on the edge of the cliff, legs scrunched up to her chest, wondering how long they would let her sit this time. The howls rung … More Flash Fiction: Skin (349 words)