Shaun McKinley
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24/01/2023
So, despite the precedent on my blog, this isn’t a story. I haven’t written a short story in a while and I just wanted to let those of you that do read my blog know why, so no one thinks I just vanished into the echoing void of the internet never to return. Last summer my wife and I moved, with all the changes in work, church, living situation, et cetera that this naturally entails. ...
https://oneidlespade.wordpress.com/2023/01/24/what-ive-been-writing/
What I’ve Been Writing So, despite the precedent on my blog, this isn’t a story. I haven’t written a short story in a while and I just wanted to let those of you that do read my blog know why, so no one thinks I just va…
03/10/2022
Squeak! Squeak! If Jeff had ever imagined turning into a vampire, he would have pictured it quite differently. Evening dress, a brooding castle, maybe even a cool name like Dracula or Carmilla. Definitely less squeaking. And that taste – ugh! – he didn’t think he would ever get that taste out of his mouth. It didn’t help that he could eat no other food....
https://oneidlespade.wordpress.com/2022/10/03/inktober-day-3-bat/
Inktober Day 3: Bat Squeak! Squeak! If Jeff had ever imagined turning into a vampire, he would have pictured it quite differently. Evening dress, a brooding castle, maybe even a cool name like Dracul…
02/10/2022
Wake up, eyes bright, twitch nose, flick tail, look out. Dark. Lights out, cat gone, did anyone leave a crumb? Hear purring cat thrum, thrum, thrum. Can’t see cat, where’s it at? Stay? Go? Stay? Go? Go!...
https://oneidlespade.wordpress.com/2022/10/02/inktober-day-2-scurry/
Inktober Day 2: Scurry Wake up, eyes bright, twitch nose, flick tail, look out. Dark. Lights out, cat gone, did anyone leave a crumb? Hear purring cat thrum, thrum, thrum. Can’t see cat, where’s i…
02/10/2022
The rain fell. The gargoyle sat, stiff and brooding, water running off his nose and wings arched in a vain attempt to keep the wet off. More rain fell. Did the stone creature wonder why he sat there grimacing in the cold rain, hour after hour, day after day? Maybe he did. Maybe we have to wonder for him. After all, he had sat there for eight hundred years and no one had ever needed him....
https://oneidlespade.wordpress.com/2022/10/01/inktober-day-1-gargoyle/
Inktober Day 1: Gargoyle The rain fell. The gargoyle sat, stiff and brooding, water running off his nose and wings arched in a vain attempt to keep the wet off. More rain fell. Did the stone creature wond…
14/07/2022
Carter Branagan woke from a dreamless sleep. He sighed and yanked off the headband that circled his forehead; plucked the dreamstone from its mounting and looked at it reproachfully. The marble-sized pearl sat innocently in his palm; its inner depths blank with the vague mistiness of forgetful slumber. With a snort of vexation, he threw it into the bowl that stood ready on his bedside table; realizing even as he heard the soft click of stone against stone that instead of throwing it in the trash as he had intended, he had thrown it smack into his hoard of unused dreamstones....
https://oneidlespade.wordpress.com/2022/07/14/the-somnambulist/
The Somnambulist Carter Branagan woke from a dreamless sleep. He sighed and yanked off the headband that circled his forehead; plucked the dreamstone from its mounting and looked at it reproachfully. Th…
11/06/2022
https://oneidlespade.wordpress.com/2022/05/05/mto-horror-kelly-griffiths/
MTO Horror: Kelly Griffiths There’s something odd about a brightly lit building late at night. A rolled-up wad of tape on the floor of an empty hallway has the distant, not-quite-thereness of a museum exhibit and the da…
11/06/2022
https://oneidlespade.wordpress.com/2022/03/27/a-voice-in-the-wood/
A Voice in the Wood The stranger stopped to listen. That couldn’t be her voice calling his name, could it? The voice called again, “Edward!” it said, “Where are you?” He shook his head. Not her…
11/06/2022
https://oneidlespade.wordpress.com/2022/02/03/the-dream-lady/
The Dream Lady When Don Alger was a small boy he made his first drawing. “What is it?” his mom asked. “It’s my dream lady,” he replied. “Your dream lady?” she suppressed a laugh. “The lady I see…