This is my entry in the Week 24 Finish the Story Contest. The first part of the story is provided by @calluna. Change blew in on the air that morning, whispering through a sleeping town. An eerie quiet

We meet on a deserted road in the middle of the day. Marie doesn’t even bother to pull off the road while she waits. She’s always there before me: relaxed, enjoying the day. Her husband’s a busy guy, her

Only moments before they’d been sitting next to each other, whispering secrets and giggling. Now they were silent and tensed. Someone else was there in their secret hideout, a stranger’s footsteps crunching

The granite floor of the cave, steady and solid for over a millennia, swayed. Ivo clutched at the altar. He looked up and saw his own alarm reflected in the priest’s eyes. The ground moved again, not violently

This is a children's story written for @breezin's Love of Kids Competition, something I've never done before. Thanks for the push to try something new, @breezin. Three sparrows were playing in a tree,

One final bundle of wood next to the oven and everything was ready. She could hardly believe what the all-seeing orb had revealed. A plump pair of them, fool enough to use breadcrumbs to mark their path

The house was quiet behind him. He glanced back through the open doorway and saw no-one. He’d feel a lot better if he could hear her and have some idea of where she was in the house, but he had to take

“It was my first time in an airplane and I was nervous. Still, it was totally unexpected when the missile hit. I guess I was expecting something more like… Well, I dunno what exactly I was nervous about

First it was the underwear—long underwear to be exact. Skin tight so it wouldn’t show too much under clothing but breathable and suitable for any climate. Still a hassle to get on. Some people used the

“Just so long as we get to the head of the canyon while the sun’s still over that ridge we’ll be fine. Should be safe home by dark.” “What’s so important about getting there by dark?” asked Sam. Trevor

Meurig raced forward and let out a chortle of delight when the human he had targeted screeched and jumped out of his path. His kind had always stayed in the shadows, clung to the walls. The elders preached

The seers proclaimed that our village must be built in the manner of a fortress. Small, tightly connected stone houses hemmed in by an even thicker wall, one that could withstand any siege. As small children

He shifted in the front passenger seat, slowly awakening to the low purring of the car’s engine. Through half opened eyes he could see the dashboard lights and also that it was still dark out. “Where are

“What about the price of Protein Surge?” “As always, we strive to stay at fair market rates with our products,” I said smoothly. The phrase had been drummed into me since my first internship with WalCal