by DMcGirr | Nov 9, 2016 | Nanowrimo, Poetry, Short Story, Writing
It was a half moon that began its slow climb into the sky that night. It rose from the east, first peering through the long dead trunks before hitting clear sky. The stars seemed to part to make space for their majestic king. The light in the darkness spread across...
by DMcGirr | Nov 8, 2016 | Nanowrimo, Writing
Chester sat waiting for the morning meeting with Linus in the usual spot. He tried to stay alert but he kept drifting off to sleep only to have the bobbing of his head wake him up again. Chester didn’t do well in the mornings even with coffee that was full of...
by DMcGirr | Nov 7, 2016 | Nanowrimo, Short Story, Writing
A low wind blew the loose sand around the camp, sweeping it across the corrugated iron walls of Abel’s shack. His cough rattled loosely as he sat bolt upright, attempting to recall the last time he’d had a drink of clear water. “Tank”, he rasped at the other side of...
by DMcGirr | Nov 6, 2016 | Nanowrimo, Writing
Early in the choke, we didn’t understand what was going on. Many of us were children then, catching snippets of a changing world from our parents. We would fear each coming day. Not just being afraid, as children are, but we were filled with a dread of a monster that...
by DMcGirr | Nov 5, 2016 | Nanowrimo, Writing
Such beauty was rarely beheld by human eyes. Great swathes of vegetables growing bright and vibrant. Waves of grain stretched as far as the eye could see. He turned his palms downwards while walking forwards letting the husks brush against his palms. Their hard...