Storygram #138
The shipping route to Jupiter’s moons was long and dangerous, and I had asked him not to go. What happened in his absence wasn’t his fault, but I was angry with him, regardless.
Storygram #137
Matt hopped onto the rusted roof of a junkyard car and placed his fists on his hips. The other two boys studied their king for weaknesses, having no intention of remaining his subjects. “Bow before the king of Metal Mountain, minions!”
Storygram #136
Our forests are nothing more than silent wastelands. They were once alive with animals that scurried over the ground and birds that sang proudly of their treetop views. Now, the trees are rotted, victims of some unknown plague.
Storygram #135
He stumbled through the field, denying his body its right to shut down from the blood loss. His enemy had thought it more satisfying to watch him struggle for life, rather than finish the deed.
Storygram #134
I wanted to see the launch, but I didn’t want to feel it. The thunder of those propulsion engines carried the risk of pounding into my heart the fear I was working so hard to push out.
Storygram #133
He had been raking for an hour, making mound after mound, but his grandson’s jumping enthusiasm seemed to only be increasing. Watching the child play kindled a long forgotten memory that he had abandoned decades ago—youth.