a flash series part 5 of 8 by David G Shrock See Dunston Monster Contents for series information or back to Part 4. Snow blanketed the forest, large flakes flying sideways turned tree trunks white. The storm arrived before the … Continue reading →
. I hear no words, I see them instead. Musical vocals to my ear, lyrics are dead. Poetry is ordinary Prose is sublime. Don’t call me on the phone. Write me a message. Never listen to speeches, I read them … Continue reading →
a flash series part 4 of 8 by David G Shrock See Dunston Monster Contents for series information or back to Part 3. ___________________________________________________ “A priest,” said Tabitha for the fifth time. Reaching up, Sebastian lifted Tabitha from the boulder … Continue reading →
a flash series part 3 of 8 by David G Shrock See Dunston Monster Contents for series outline or back to Part 2. Father Young breathed the mist like a dragon, flaring nostrils shooting streams of white. He wore round … Continue reading →
a flash series part 2 of 8 by David G Shrock See Dunston Monster Contents for series information or start at Part 1. ___________________________________________________ Fog drenched the air moistening evergreen trunks, leafless bushes, and flowers. Sebastian marveled at the late … Continue reading →
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