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May 19, 2018
Fantasy Stories Jo Carroll

The Curl and Vampire

She was a pretty thing to be sure, the little girl with the curl. Her cheeks were as red as blood and her skin as smooth as porcelain. And yet there was something odd about her clear blue eyes—something empty and soulless. She sat atop her throne of building…
May 17, 2018
Mystery Stories Nicole Robb

New Frontier

Still groggy from her hibernation chamber, Stacey checked the readings once again on the ship's control panel.She had read them right. "Tom! Something's wrong." "What is it?" Tom emerged from the back where he had been checking on the twelve hundred sleeping…
May 17, 2018
Mystery Stories Laura Ellison


The smell of death hung heavy and pungent in the air. Sickness touched the skin and covered it in a dewy glow that in any other situation could have been attractive. Castellan held a scented handkerchief over her nose as she walked through the village to the…
May 17, 2018
Fantasy Stories Dylan Thomas Nichol

Forged in Shadows

Screaming was all that could be heard through the bone chilling halls of the dungeon. This was what the supposedly great nation of Hace really was. An ugly abomination lay underneath the stunning Admor Keep, and Caelin made the long journey through it, his…
May 17, 2018
Mystery Stories Isabel Schwaak

Something Stronger

A thick grey stone wall separated the village of Telly Fenn from the wilderness. A narrow path led the way out of the village and melted into a crossroad, from which a crooked path strayed far into the dark forest. The inhabitants of Telly Fenn were content…
May 17, 2018
Fantasy Stories Jade De-Terville

A Light Bulb Called Tink

“This is more than just a bloody mid life crisis,” Karen said clutching a tattered red book, until her knuckles started going white. She savagely threw the book onto the chequered dining cloth, and ran her hands through her untamed hair. “Oi, mind the…
May 17, 2018
Fantasy Stories April Winters

Area Twenty Four and a Half

I, Jim Roberts, got fired today. I didn’t realize Mr. Kerr, my boss, was standing behind me when I referred to him as Kerr-mitt. He failed to see the humor, and now I have no source of income. Looks like my journalistic aspirations are out the window. I…
May 17, 2018
Fantasy Stories Jeremy Szal

Crimson Snow

16th Day of Regon, Year 455 of the First Dawn I could feel the cold as we climbed higher, the chill reaching into my bones. The wind whispered across the grassland, flapping my black hair over my face. I wanted to lie down. I wanted to sleep. I wanted to…
May 17, 2018
Fantasy Stories B.J.Neblett


“Segue the next couple of records with a jingle then go into a stop set. I’m gonna get some air.” Hy Lit flashed his agreeable smile, adjusted his trade mark tinted glasses and winked. “You’re a natural, kid.” Then he disappeared out the studio door. The…
May 17, 2018
Fantasy Stories BJ Neblett

Pockets Full Of Wishes

“Don’t put your hands in the pockets!” Jimmy looked at his sister. It was just a winter coat, a used one. It was all his parents could afford. But it was his. He picked it out. Now he stood proudly before the store mirror admiring the blue denim coat with the…
May 17, 2018
Fantasy Stories Laura Ellison


Arlia knelt down on a silk cushion in the middle of the room. She took a deep breath and centred herself. Gramps always told her to do this, sometimes he jabbed her in the sides with his walking stick if he thought she rushed meditation. In front of her the…
May 17, 2018
Fantasy Stories Paul Magnan


I grasped the rough edges of the tombstone and pulled it from the strands of thick, yellowed grass upon which it lay. I set it in an upright position. The words “Dear Love” were carved along the top of the stone. I had carved those words. For a few seconds…



Twitching and un-twitching my hands, I shook them to try to relax. My eyes eagerly scanned the passengers as they entered the airport. I searched for Tom, feeling more nervous than I had anticipated. Tom and I had known each other for over thirty years, since we were kids. Unfortunately, he married someone shortly after high school and I married a couple years later. Now we were both divorced.

Recently I received a letter from an old friend telling me how Tom was "unattached and available". After much deliberating I decided to write Tom and after letters, e-mail, phone calls, and texts plans were made to meet. And this was it! Our first sight of each other after many years. Had he changed?  What did he look like now?  Then I saw him, handsome as ever, coming toward me with that wonderful smile and deep green eyes. His chestnut hair was still thick with a smidge of gray at the temples and his eyes sparkled when he saw me.

"Janelle,” he said and he gathered me in his arms.

"Tom, I'm so glad you're here." He gave me a tighter squeeze.

We gathered his luggage and got him settled into a hotel. Then we had a drink by the pool and went to dinner at my favorite restaurant.

During dinner, our conversation started out casual then became more serious. "I'm sorry to hear about your wife," I said, wanting to hear about the years since we last saw each other.

"It was a tough, especially for my girls. They couldn’t understand why their mother would want to run off with another man. It has been five years since they’ve seen her. They are both in their twenties now and keep fixing me up on blind dates. I'm not really into all that though."

"Neither am I," I laughed. "If God wants me to be with someone it will happen."

"Is that why you finally wrote to me? To help God with his plan?" He glanced at me

over the rim of his wine goblet, his eyes serious.

"To tell you the truth-"

"Please do." He interrupted with a smile as he grabbed my hand. "But before you say anymore, let's walk on the beach. I love the sound of those waves."

We crossed the restaurant patio, took the wooden stairs down the dune, and kicked off our shoes. The sunset was pink and orange; the sun looked like it was burning the ocean. Tom continued to hold my hand as we made our own footprints in the sand.

"You always loved the ocean and Summer time. I remember you used to sit in your backyard to tan before winter even ended."

"You remember that?" I kicked at a small wave that rushed over my feet.

"I remember a lot from those days. Don't you?"

"Those memories have been creeping into my mind lately and into my dreams. That's one reason why I wrote to you." My face flushed.

"Oh, the truth comes out. Tell me about those old feelings." Tom stopped walking to

face me. "Are there still any?"

"I thought they had faded away but they were just hidden,” I answered honestly.

"Have you been happy, Janelle?"

"For a while I was happy until I realized my love for Steve was gone, and his for me had died too. We tried to stay together for our son; he just started college, but we couldn’t make it work. Shortly after the divorce my dreams of you started."

I was baring my soul to Tom. I had nothing to lose, but all to gain.

"That's flattering." He squeezed my hand.

We sat down on a small dune to watch the lights of ships as they made their way across the horizon. Tom put his arm around me to draw me closer to his body. For the first time, everything felt right. I was where I was meant to be, where we were meant to be together.

I gasped, pointed at the night sky. "Look, a falling star!"

After a moment, Tom turned his faced me. "Did you make a wish?" I nodded and he put his lips on mine. I wanted more of him, just like in my dreams. Tom was the love of my life and I didn’t ever want to lose him again!

"Oh Tom." I murmured. "How I’ve dreamed of this."

My head spun suddenly and everything went black. I could no longer hear the waves splashing on the shore or feel the ocean's breeze.


There was no answer.

"Tom . . . ."

I was sitting up in bed, terrified that my meeting with Tom hadn’t happened. Then a hand touched my shoulder. “It’s okay, Janelle.” I turned to see Tom beside me. “It was just a dream. I’m here.” I threw my arms around him, confirming that he wasn’t a figment of my imagination.









Elaine Kaye has published a short sci-fi story and a short suspense story with The Story Shack. Her poem, “A Grain of Sand” is also featured on the webzine Long Story Short. She currently lives in Florida, but has called Honolulu, Hawaii and Okinawa, Japan home. A grandmother of two boys, she loves to write children’s stories and short romances.



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