Archive for category FREE Fiction
Out With the Old, In With the New
Posted by dewight in FREE Fiction on December 31
Harry peeked through the hedge. The greenery scratched his face but he was afraid to fully reveal himself. A figure walked slowly down the street, although lurch might better describe its erratic motion. Its clothing was in tatters and bits of cloth fell to the ground with each halting step. Harry could not tell if […]
The Lady of the Woods
Posted by dewight in FREE Fiction on December 18
#flashfiction Three weeks after arriving, Billy wasn’t sure he was going to like living in England. Dad was a pilot based at RAF Lakenheath and the entire family was forced into yet another move, this time across an entire ocean. It as nicer than dad’s last base in Omaha, but Billy still thought it was […]
A Skull of Great Antiquity
Posted by dewight in FREE Fiction on December 1
“Peter, why are you dragging me to this God forsaken place again?” Mary Clark knew that archeology was her husband’s one passion, even greater than his passion for her. The one thing she never understood was his obsession with trying to interest her in his quest to prove that the history of mankind was somehow […]
Vejigante
Posted by dewight in FREE Fiction on November 23
“I’m bypassing the alarm system now,” Rico said. Rico—his real name was Jorge Acosta but he liked everyone to call him Rico because it was what he wanted to be, rich—deftly clipped jumper leads across one more set of wires and then began cutting. In seconds the complex wiring of the gallery’s alarm system was […]
Temple of the Gods
Posted by dewight in FREE Fiction on November 17
Frank woke from a bizarre dream. It was the same dream again, the same dream that had haunted his nights since he turned 16. A full moon lit strange reddish brown columns of stone stretching into the distance. He wandered between the columns until a booming voice from above said, “Temple of the Gods.” He […]
Fog Lights
Posted by dewight in FREE Fiction on November 10
“Cor, Professor, do you think it might be him; the Ripper?” “Of course not Winston. Everyone knows that villain ceased operation over six years ago. He either died or moved on. His sort would not stop their reign of terror otherwise.” Professor Reginald Saint-John pulled his coat closer about his narrow shoulders as he spoke. […]