Story

The Audition.

Simon takes a break.

BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WATER (I.P.)

Previously on ABCtales.com: Part 1, Satan plans to wipe out the world’s population; Part 2, some will survive, he recruits a living man to rule them; now, in part 3, the fight back begins.

Sacrifice; Left Behind

To her surprise, the fields where Hannah had spent her childhood still remained so full of life, as if untouched by the spread of death over the country.

Passing Mother's Day

The White Family travelled to London by car. As usual Mr White debated the various merits or demerits of certain routes, their likelihood of success or otherwise.

The common fallacy of “Supernatural”

Vera & Luvius : Part 4 : Vera's Appraisal

Vera's love affair is affecting the quality of her work and she is called to answer to her space station masters.

Dragon at the Window

An aged woman, currently living in a sanatorium, struggles to escape her past and present.

Mother's Day

I think I was the only woman at the supermarket today

Shards of the Past - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Dragon Roared

Shards of the Past - Chapter 1

In the beginning there was ... Emptiness, Order, Chaos, All, Nothing, Logos

In the beginning there was ...

In the beginning I was.

47˚ East 18˚ South

This might be the beginning of something. Could you please say if it makes you want to read more?

A Gilded Run

Her father built the cage out of wood he had brought home stealthily over several weeks. It was a basic wooden structure with a side door closed by a simple wooden latch.

WMDN XXIV

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Prologue: Terrible Things

The metal man trudged onward. His legs were the width of tree trunks, and the sand ruffled around him, like water frothing behind a very large boat.

Yes Dear

Andrew loves the listen to piano music but that's not the only secret he has . . .

Happy Anniversary

Robert, feels like a prisoner in his own home - after all he's been there a long time.

Ballooning Safari

Children discuss the present and their future . . .

 Too late to talk to Benny

It was everybody’s local -if you were local-an old man’s pub, that had been slapped about a bit, with paint, tarted up, to look younger.

Saint Mary Jane

Driving through an upscale neighborhood in Nashville Tennessee on my way home one day.

16 Stars

She sat there on a wire milk crate just outside what was left of her home. She gazed at the morning sun's gleam on the train tracks.