That's me, Christopher Patterson, on the day it all happened. No one really knows how or why, all I can tell you is that few of us made it through, although some wish they hadn't because there's nothing left to smile about these days. Back in '58 I was a regular kid, I went to …
Tag: short fiction
Writing Challenge: The Unknown
"You got a name? Where you from?" "Easy there Clara," Howard said. He lifted his hat and wiped beads of sweat from his forehead. "It's just shock is all, we don't need to be crowdin' around askin' questions like an interrogation squad." "You never had a stomach for this, Howie," Clara snapped. "Go make some …
Writing Challenge: The Shelter
"Hey mister, are you gonna throw more stuff down?" "Moose, stop shouting," Clyde hissed to his brother. "We've got the mattress don't we? Maybe we should just help Molly and get outta here before we get into trouble." Preston ignored him. "Hey mister!" he shouted, living up to his nickname - he had a loud …
Dave Farmer 