Stop Leaving Bodies in the Kitchen Stop Leaving Bodies in the Kitchen By Megan Cutler | August 19, 2016 | Comments 2 comments “Son of a-” Kestrel announced his arrival to the kitchen with a loud thud. Silkfoot echoed it moments later as he tried to stand and smacked his head against the interior of the cupboard into which he’d been leaning. He grunted, rubbed the sore spot on the side of his scalp and carefully extracted his … Read More Read More
Why Do You Keep Pretending? Why Do You Keep Pretending? By Megan Cutler | August 12, 2016 | Comments 2 comments The thrashing never woke him up anymore. He’d grown too used to it. That bothered him. In the past, he’d been able to apply a gentle prod or a soft murmur, even if he pretended to be asleep afterward. Now he didn’t wake until he heard the loud thump indicating Domerin had run into one … Read More Read More
Everybody Knows Everybody Knows By Megan Cutler | July 22, 2016 | Comments 3 comments “Hello World?” Xavior sneered. “Can’t I write something else? Something more interesting?” Lilianna drew a deep breath and released one of her long-suffering sighs that indicated silently how difficult her only friend made her life. “No! Every programmer writes the same first program in every language. It’s a tradition! What was the first thing you … Read More Read More
The Air Smelled of the Coming Storm The Air Smelled of the Coming Storm By Megan Cutler | July 8, 2016 | Comments 2 comments The air smelled of the coming storm. From the ridge above he could almost taste it. The acrid tang of blood, sweat and black powder. The heavy ping of the blacksmith’s hammer honing steel formed its own thunder, the cadence of drums to which the soldiers would march. The first light of dawn set the … Read More Read More
A Dream Changes Everything A Dream Changes Everything By Megan Cutler | July 1, 2016 | Comments 1 comment Nimble fingers slid between pocket and wallet without the owner taking notice. They moved by matter of inches, yet completed their task within seconds. By the time the owner’s hip collided with the thief’s shoulders, it was too late. The wallet had been firmly stashed in a new pocket, a deep inner pocket located on … Read More Read More
Midnight Air Midnight Air By Megan Cutler | June 24, 2016 | Comments 1 comment Ignoring the gut-clenching fatal drop spread beneath him, Elian planted his foot on the round edge of the skyscraper and leaned further over the abyss. Cool wind caressed his skin. He closed his eyes and let it wash over him. This high, the scents of sweat and garbage thinned, leaving only the iron tang of … Read More Read More
Character Takes Care of Sick Friend Character Takes Care of Sick Friend By Megan Cutler | June 17, 2016 | Comments 2 comments “No, really, you don’t have to stay.” Domerin didn’t have the energy to put his usual tone of command into the statement, but he hoped his tone would do the trick anyway. It didn’t. His daughter’s boyfriend still hovered over his bed, shifting from foot to foot, head hanging as though he’d just been caught … Read More Read More
As If This Was Going to Work As If This Was Going to Work By Megan Cutler | June 10, 2016 | Comments 1 comment He was accustomed to the darkness, to its tranquility. But he didn’t allow himself to be lulled by the light tapping of tree branches against the windows, or the subtle hiss of wind through the chimney. As he waited in the darkness of his familiar living room, he waited for one sound, an inevitable pattern … Read More Read More
It’s Crunch Time! It’s Crunch Time! By Megan Cutler | May 30, 2016 | Comments 1 comment Believe it or not, I haven’t taken a break from blogging all year. (What?!) But summer is approaching and, now that we live in beautiful British Columbia, that means everyone wants to come and visit us. (Or our awesome mountains, lakes and weather. Same thing, right?) That means I have to make the last big … Read More Read More
How They Relate to Their Race Revisited How They Relate to Their Race Revisited By Megan Cutler | May 27, 2016 | Comments 0 Comment There was something visceral about writing with pen and paper. It might have been the elegant swoop of her hand as she formed each letter. It might have been the satisfying scratch of the pen as it deposited its ink. But it might have had a lot to do with the warm, comfortable armchair and … Read More Read More