Donna L Martin's THE STORY CATCHER

  Stacey took a moment to study the tracks cutting through the fresh snow leading to the church. It stopped snowing o...

Dan wished he could think of a stronger word. The word cold just seemed so small to describe the bone-deep ache he felt from the icy bl...

The Visitor by Donna L Martin Sadie sighed as she grabbed the broom from the corner and began to sweep the hard-packed dirt...

(I'm thinking about making this a short story.  What do you think?  Should I go for it? ;~) The Box by Donna L Martin ...

Stuck In A Tunnel by Donna L Martin Light was beginning to filter through the treetops  as Willie sniffed the ground by the old...

I'm sorry everyone...I really tried to pull together my Flash Fiction Friday post, but I have been fighting an ear infection,...

I wanted to hop on the blog this morning and talk about all the lovely things I am working on in the upcoming year for my fai...

I had a really tasty short story to share with you today.  One to give you the shivers and get you ready for Halloween. But som...

Stuart didn't know if it was the cold metal pressing against his back or the far off whistle of the train bringing him back to...

I had seen her once before...the lady on the water...when I was but ten years old.  She came to me in a dream back then. I should ...

She could still feel him in the air.  Sitting next to her on that worn out seat.  She could almost smell the sweet tobacco of his...

Fifteen steps north from old man Barner's shed is an almost unseen path leading into the woods.  I never would have noticed it ...

  Beware The Gris Gris By:  Donna L Martin Low hanging spanish moss made it difficult for the piroque to cut throug...

LOVE AGAINST THE ODDS (A Flash Fiction Challenge) Labored breathing and the machine’s hum breaks the silence.  Breat...