by Sara C. Snider | Apr 22, 2015 | A to Z Challenge, Short Stories
Dim light filtered through the smoke that hung among the trees in the woods, piercing the smoggy veil in a fit of feeble rays. The air felt thick and close, dampening all sound and clinging to Camlen’s skin like a cool and sticky breath. He walked through the woods,...
by Sara C. Snider | Apr 21, 2015 | A to Z Challenge, Short Stories
Rowan flattened her wings as she perched upon a round walnut as it barreled down the river. She squinted her eyes against the spray of the water, gripping the slickened shell to keep herself from flying off. She glanced to the side, looking for Rhys, but he was...
by Sara C. Snider | Apr 20, 2015 | A to Z Challenge, Short Stories
You know, I don’t really ever write poetry, so I’m not sure why I did so here, other than the fact the idea of it wouldn’t get out of my head. It’s always fun to experiment, at any rate. Quiet on a hill, And quiet as can be, A...
by Sara C. Snider | Apr 18, 2015 | A to Z Challenge, Short Stories
Jeff stared up at the tree and scratched his head. How a pig could manage to get up in the branches remained beyond his understanding. “Tell me again how you got up there?” Had Quentin any fur, he might have bristled. As it was, his smooth, pink skin faintly wobbled...
by Sara C. Snider | Apr 17, 2015 | A to Z Challenge, Short Stories
It is said there is an old field, where heavy mist shrouds everything in a thick, hazy gloom. Except, of course, for the birch. The birch is old and, they say, the birch is mean. Its wiry branches will whip in the wind and, if you get too close, will give you a good...
by Sara C. Snider | Apr 16, 2015 | A to Z Challenge, Short Stories
Nogal’s feet hung off the ground as he reached into a barrel. His fingertips scraped against the sharp nails that lay at the bottom. Sucking in his breath, he leaned in further, grabbing a handful of nails as the barrel toppled over. As he went down, Nogal’s foot...
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