Wednesday Briefs: August 11, 2021

Here is a list of all the authors flashing this week, along with a brief snippet from their latest free work. Click the link after the snippet to be taken to the complete story on the author’s home page.

An Unholy Alliance #11 (3.4) by Julie Lynn Hayes

As I scanned the lists, I pulled out my phone to take notes. Such an ingenious invention, this cloud. I was able to have access to my spreadsheets and word documents without the inconvenience of having to cart about a pc. I would crosscheck my sources against one another, searching for and take note of overlapping information. Since I knew the approximate area I was born, and somewhat of a timeframe, you’d think it wouldn’t be hard to locate members of my family…but you’d be wrong. Even if I had an actual name to search for, birth certificates were non-existent at that time, especially for slaves, since they were considered to be property, not persons. People assume that slaves were given the names of their owners for purposes of identification, but this wasn’t necessarily so.

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Ancalagon: Chapter Fifty-one by Cia Nordwell

The color of the plants were echoed in the walls, dabbed with bright colors done directly on in murals showing scenes I couldn’t interpret. Bouncer’s nose was twitching, and he chirped, looking up at me.

“You want to explore, buddy?”

He bounced on his front legs, eager to move after so long being cooped up.

Garjah tapped a panel on the wall. “Go ahead. The field is off, so he can get in now.”

“Enjoy. Don’t destroy anything,” I warned him. I hoped he’d listen as he bounced off, true to his name. He sniffed at the plants. “Nothing in

The Garret Farm: Part 6 by J Ray Lamb

The first rays of the impending sunrise spread across the sky and Murphy was already awake. He had woken up around 2:00am with his head swimming with replays what had happened the previous evening.

He didn’t remember cleaning up, having dinner, or even going to bed. He’d already surveyed the living room and saw it was clean, so he knew that he’d cleaned it but he didn’t recall it.

He opened his eyes and saw it was only 4:15am. He listened but couldn’t hear the normal noises of the farm. By now, he should be hearing the cows mooing faintly…

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