Donna L Martin's THE STORY CATCHER

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Sunlight bounced off glass and steel, almost blinding Cal as he crossed the busy street and made his way to the fro...

  ("Old Bridge, Ilkley (22nd March 2013)" by Mtaylor848)   Tears streaming down her face, Lacey raced to the brid...

No one remembers when the first one appeared.  Mr. Fletcher thinks it's some high school kids just playing a prank, but...

I Won't Be Home For Christmas by Donna L Martin Gracie stepped onto the tarmac and looked around. Just another stop in ...

The Long Trail Home by Donna L Martin Snow glistened all around as Lone Wolf's pony took slow crackling steps up the next ...

Santa's Last Gift by Donna L Martin Nip's ears twitched as he waited for Tuck to catch up with him. An elf could ne...

This week's flash fiction is a little bit different. In the U.S. yesterday everyone was celebrating a holiday where we give thanks for t...

Thank You Mother Earth By Donna L Martin Little Bear could hear the women of the village as they did their morning chores...

Miles To Go by Donna L Martin A solitary blast of the horn startled Jake from his nap. The clickety-clack of the train'...

A Wish & A Prayer by Donna L Martin The park was almost empty by the time the old man got there but he liked it that wa...

The Coven's Curse by Donna L Martin Jake pushed his sweat drenched hair out of his eyes and stopped to catch his breath. ...

Down In The Hollow by Donna L Martin Linky always said never go down in the hollow at night. He never said why but I fi...

(I ran this Flash Fiction piece last year and I'm bringing it back with an invitation to add a sentence or a paragraph to fina...

    (via Creepy Places)   Down The Rabbit's Hole by Donna L Martin     Derek stumbled onto the path, hidden just beyo...

The Mighty Jungle  by Donna L Martin Today's Flash Fiction Friday is a little bit different. I will be writing Hallowee...

A New York State Of Mind by Donna L Martin The old man cautiously looked at the people jamming the streets in front of hi...

Second Chances by Donna L Martin Ricky absently reached for his hairbrush, fingers snatched back as if burned when it dawne...