Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Free reads - sci fi & fantasy & humor

PHOENIX, by Alice M. Roelke

This sensitive fantasy short story is about a young girl whose life is saved by a man that can never die.  Or can he?  Set during Halloween, thoughtful, sad and sweet--this is one of my favorite pieces.  Published at "Mindflights" magazine and still available there to read.

A Wizard at War, by A. M. Roelke

This dark short story is a fantasy piece set during WWI.  It was published at Daily Science Fiction and can still be read there.

Blood and Brothers, by Alice M. Roelke

An emotional story about two brothers and a dragon hunt, with not everything being as it appears.  Published at ResAliens, and still available to be read there.


A Gentlewoman's Guide to Time Travel, by Alice M. Roelke

This short and silly piece was first published at Daily Science Fiction, and can still be read there.

Piggot Porkins, by Alice M. Roelke

A goofy sci-fi poem, published at Digital Dragon Magazine, and still available there.

The Literary Hollow, by Alice M. Roelke

A short, goofy piece that was my ode to Mr. Bradbury.  First published in Ethereal Tales in April 2009 and currently available here.

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He Gave Me Coal (short romance - repost)

It was Christmas Eve, and we closed late. We’d had a few late customers wanting something special and fresh for tomorrow’s meal. Every sale helped; it had been a hard year for our bread store.
We were barely making it, my business partner and I. Jack, who’s more than my business partner now.
With the economy so poor, I didn’t know if we would make it another month, much less till next Christmas. These days, people had less to spend on artisan breads, handmade whole wheat rolls, and gluten-free feta-and-spinach loaves.
I turned the sign around. Jack hung up his apron. Then he turned to me, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a lump of coal. His hands still looked clown-white with flour dust. The coal left black streaks.
“This is for you.” He smiled at me.
My heart thumped, the way it always does at that dimpled smile, so unexpected, so pure in a face I had once thought ordinary.
“Coal?” I picked it up, making my own hand dusty, but no darker. I looked up at him with a questioning smile. I wasn’t offended yet, but I felt confused. Was he teasing, or what?
“Coal,” he repeated, smiling into my eyes with his blue ones. “Diamonds are made from coal, and pressure, and time — all the time in the world.”
I closed my fingers over it. For a second, I couldn’t breathe.
He enveloped my hand in both his own. Jack had such warm hands, always had. The coal was a dry lump, pressure against my palm. I stared at him.
“I don’t have a diamond for you yet, Moni. But I love you, and I have all the time in the world, the rest of my life — for you. We can make something beautiful with our lives. We’ll make it through all the pressure, together. So will you — ?”
He couldn’t finish. I’d already flung my arms around him and said yes.
He gave me coal.
It was the best present ever.

Previously published at Everyday Fiction.
c) Alice M. Roelke - do not repost without permission - thank you! :)
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