Free Fiction Thursday – Homeless

Good morning, everyone!

Boy, I don’t know how many Criminal Minds fans stop by my blog, but wow… I’m still reeling a bit from last night’s episode. The show’s been cruel in one way or another to all of its main characters over the years, so I should have figured out what was coming. Still… show, you made me want to cuddle one of your main characters and offer hot chocolate and a comfortable shoulder to cry on. Sheesh!

I think I need to go watch a superhero movie, something where the good guys kick major butt. The Avengers or maybe Thor would be good choices.

This week’s story involves heroes of a different sort. Life can be cruel to the old gods who can’t move on. Especially to one of the old gods who turned her back on her son. I hope you enjoy “Homeless.”

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Annie Reed

Copyright © 2010 Annie Reed

Hera remembered beauty.  She remembered warm summer rain and cool evening breezes, the sweet smell of jasmine and the sweeter taste of revenge.  She remembered the power of the gods and the subservience of mortals, and she remembered her children and her husband.  All things long gone in this modern world which had forgotten her.

Chill wind buffeted her through the threadbare wool of her stained coat, whipped her matted grey hair about her deeply-lined face.  Shoulders hunched against the cold, Hera shuffled along a city street bordered not by temples of marble and granite, but by monstrous buildings of chrome and steel, brick and glass.  Monuments to money, not to ancient gods, crowded this world.  The air tasted thick and foul, and smelled of hot metal and snuffed candlewicks.  The rumbling, screeching noise of automobiles and buses made her head ache.  The sidewalk was hard and unforgiving beneath her aching feet.

She held her coat closed with numb fingers and looked for a place to rest for a while.  Just for a short while, until someone told her to leave, and then she would begin the search all over again like the rest of this city’s homeless.

(read the rest of the story here)

Free Fiction Thursday – Hunters

Happy Thursday, everyone!  And happy first week of October.

Somehow it doesn’t quite feel like October yet.  The weather’s been too warm, the trees haven’t really started losing their leaves yet, and hubby’s still mowing the lawn.  The days are getting shorter, though; this morning it was still dark when I got up.  Pretty soon we’ll be putting up Halloween decorations — at least those that don’t stay out all year — and watching scary movies now that I’ve finally been able to satisfy my Avengers craving. *g*

So to get us all in the mood for the scary season, how about a little supernatural horror story?  I hope you enjoy “Hunters.”


Annie Reed

 Published by Thunder Valley Press

Copyright 2010 by Annie Reed

Cover art Konradbak |

The first time Shelly knew she dreamed in technicolor was when she saw her own blood splatter across a rough brick wall.  The blood was deep maroon, each drop as big as her thumb, glistening and wet and oh so much of it.

Too much to lose and survive, even for her.

Maroon blood.  Grey brick. The stone cold certainty that she was about to die.  Over the years the nightmare had become familiar, if not welcome.  At least she no longer woke up screaming.

When Collin touched her shoulder to wake her, Shelly sat bolt upright with her hands to her chest, heart pounding.  Tonight the dream had been so real.  More than any other night?  She didn’t know, but she thought so.  She half-expected her fingers to smear her tee-shirt with that dark maroon red.

“You had the dream again,” Collin said.  It wasn’t a question.  He had been with her too long.  He knew her too well.

Collin brushed Shelly’s hair away from her forehead, leaned in and pressed his lips lightly against her pale skin.  Collin was good to her, watched out for her, but he couldn’t understand.  He didn’t dream.

“We’ve got a gig tonight,” Collin said.  “You gonna be okay with that?”

Thigh-high boots, leather skirt and a baby-doll, all in black.  Her stage costume.  So different from the faded, oversized, Reality Bites tee-shirt she wore when she slept.  Shelly tried to remember if she had been wearing the costume in her dream, but the details were elusive.  Rough grey walls, dank, musty dirt under her feet, the heavy pounding tread of something chasing her — that’s all she remembered.

That, and the taste of dying.  The dying part had been very clear.

(read the rest of the story here)

Free Fiction Thursday – The Liar

Good morning, everyone!  How’s Thursday treating you so far?

There’s a photo making the rounds on Facebook these days that’s very popular with a lot of my writer friends.  In the photo, Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth, Robert Downey, Jr., and Mark Ruffalo, aka Captain America, Thor, Ironman, and the Hulk, are all pointing at the camera with very superhero-ish looks on their faces.  Someone added the caption “You Should Be Writing!” at the bottom of the photo.  See why it’s popular with writers?  I’m thinking about printing it and taping it over my computer monitor.  There’s nothing wrong with inspiration coming in eye-candy packages. *g*

This week’s story features another writer who should be writing, but isn’t.  I hope you enjoy “The Liar.”  It will be free to read for a week.


The Liar

Annie Reed

Published by Thunder Valley Press

Copyright 2011 by Annie Reed

The steady rise and fall of his chest against her bare back soothed her, and the champagne tickled her nose.  Or was it the bubblebath?  Marie took another drink from the crystal flute.  She never drank champagne, but she would never have another opportunity.

Candlelight softened the alabaster ceramic tile on the walls and the plain white of her tub.  Flames glinted off the crystal and made it sparkle, and warm jasmine-scented water enveloped her.  The soft guitar of a William Ackerman song drifted in from the living room.  The moment was perfect enough that she almost forgot.

Almost, but not quite.

Marie closed her eyes and leaned her head on Brian’s shoulder.  “I’m going to miss this.”

Soft lips touched her temple.  “Not much time left,” Brian said.

“I know.”  She turned her head and nuzzled his neck, eyes still closed.  “You were my favorite.”

He chuckled.  “Liar.”

(read the rest of the story here)

Changing the laws of time and space

That’s right.  This week I’m moving Thursday to Friday (for free fiction, anyway) and claiming that’s my super power.  You know, in honor of The Avengers.  Which I am not excited about seeing.  At all.  (Hubby’s buying tickets today. *g*)

Actually, the slight delay in posting this week’s free story can all be blamed on the day job.  Sometimes working as a litigation paralegal comes complete with overtime.  Lots and lots and lots of overtime.  Since I now see the light at the end of that particular tunnel, I’ll be all set to post this week’s free story tomorrow.

So have a happy Thursday, watch the new Big Bang Theory tonight, and be on the lookout for free fiction tomorrow.  Happy Thursday, everyone!