I’ve gone to Substack. If you enjoyed my Appalachian stories and excerpts from the fantasy, “This Textured Darkness”, you can find me there. The subscription above is… Read more “Change of Venue”
Author: joanspilman
Lilyanne from “The Nonna Gaylene and Lyddie Stories” con’t.
I didn’t see him, but Jim could easily blend into the crowd. A completely forgettable man in a hunting cap. Shannon had stalked ahead, but Angie and… Read more “Lilyanne from “The Nonna Gaylene and Lyddie Stories” con’t.”
The Nonna Gaylene and Lyddie Stories
“My name is Theodore Roosevelt Vance and I know what it’s like to leave in a hurry.”
Lilyanne, from the Lyddie and Nonna Gaylene Stories
Lilyanne Speaks. My Aunt Lyddie is smart and cool. Smart because she’s the sole owner of Hair’s the Place,the best beauty shop in Harshbarger Mills and has… Read more “Lilyanne, from the Lyddie and Nonna Gaylene Stories”
To Be Read Aloud to James Viscosi’s pets — with passion and treat breaks.
Char Glimmer Char Glimmer sits on her porch in a ladder-backed chair, waiting for a familiar face to drive her to the doctor. She is wearing a… Read more “To Be Read Aloud to James Viscosi’s pets — with passion and treat breaks.”
This Textured Darkness, #126
Rizla closed her eyes. Their fates were intertwined.
This Textured Darkness, #125
The trees would all die, and soon. The bark was diseased and Elymas was deluded.
This Textured Darkness, #124
She threw off her anger like a cloak, deciding to humor his madness.
Silver Bottle, Carmen Speaks, Episode 35
Fred treated me like a daughter, a drunk daughter but a daughter nonetheless.
This Textured Darkness, #123
Animation oil could bring a crushed beetle back to life, also, a small wren. Once she’d seen a woman sit upright for nearly an hour, only to fall back on the cooling board.