Slab Lords – The Process

Slab Lords is story number forty-three in the #52ShortStories challenge. **SPOILERS BELOW. If you have not read the story and want to be (hopefully) surprised, come back to this when you’re done.**

Swan Song

Swan Song by Phillip McCollum The drums lacked punch. The bass guitar was fuzzy and thin. And the vocals? Meh. Barely the growl she was looking for. Still, seventy-one-year-old Hazel McAllister sat in the driver’s seat of her nine-year-old Ford Focus, whipping her thinning silver hair back and forth to the newest release from Satan’s Seed. Any metal was good …

Captain Coffee

Captain Coffee by Phillip McCollum Captain Coffee preferred a French roast. Lighter brews would seem more the Captain’s speed, but they lacked the complex, chocolatey undertones that made life worth living. Undertones that gave him purpose. The light-reflecting puddles of oil floating on the coffee’s surface represented islands of refuge from the surrounding darkness. Islands the Captain felt an obligation …

My Little Girl

My Little Girl by Phillip McCollum My little girl has all the potential. All of it. I see it so clearly, the way the razor-straight strands of her auburn hair hang on the wind as she runs with resolve, chasing her younger brother, Lucas, beneath the slides. The shine in her green eyes as she narrows in on a potential …

Spoil the Rod – The Process

Spoil the Rod is story number forty-two in the #52ShortStories challenge. **SPOILERS BELOW. If you have not read the story and want to be (hopefully) surprised, come back to this when you’re done.**

Slab Lords

Slab Lords by Phillip McCollum Her skin was as black as freshly poured asphalt and her tall, thin legs resembled those of a roadrunner. Then there were her lips. They had a natural pucker that would make a goldfish cry. A pair of oversized sunglasses covered her eyes with thick aqua-blue frames and lenses resembling the peepers of a giant …

Spoil the Rod

Spoil the Rod by Phillip McCollum Don’t spoil the rod, my old master had told me. She’s insatiable and she’ll eat you alive. As I lay for the thirteenth hour in the northeast corner of the castle courtyard, tucked in by thorn-filled blackberry brambles, exhausted and scratched to all hell with ticks burrowed in parts of sweaty flesh they should …

Out of the Picture – The Process

Out of the Picture is story number forty in the #52ShortStories challenge. **SPOILERS BELOW. If you have not read the story and want to be (hopefully) surprised, come back to this when you’re done.**

The Owl His Anthem – The Process

The Owl His Anthem is story number thirty-nine in the #52ShortStories challenge. **SPOILERS BELOW. If you have not read the story and want to be (hopefully) surprised, come back to this when you’re done.**