The Purple Stone

A Short Story by M.C. Wallace   “THE PURPLE STONE” 8PM   ‘The day He spoke of is about to come to pass. An hour ago My Beloved left with the rest of them, and I know He was on His way to the garden.      ‘I wasn’t able to stay with the others, to converse or […]

I Tried My Best

A Short Story by Mary C. Wallace     “The clouds, strange. They’re gathering again. Not as dark as they were there though. Here,…hm. They never really get… although, they did last year. True. I’d almost forgotten. If only,—what’s the use. I’ve been over this a hundred times. More than that I daresay. Every day. […]

Lullabye – part 3

A short story by M. C. Wallace    It must have been close to two in the morning when Karen snuck out of her room and down the hall to the stairs. “Not a creature was stirring, not even…”Whoops!  Okay, so a security guard was stirring, so what. What does that prove. He was not […]

Lullabye – Part 2

A short story by M. C. Wallace    That evening at dinner she and Nick were discussing their days over baked salmon and glazed baby carrots. “So Terence decides to put the tarantula in Fred’s top desk drawer,” Nick says, relating a prank one of his office colleaguesplayed upon another, “but does Fred come back? […]

Lullabye – A Short Story By M. C. Wallace

Part 1 The day was starting to drag a bit for Therese as she stopped to look in the shop window. Karen had begged off on their originally planned lunch date due to a chronic migraine, leaving Therese to wile away four hours that afternoon by herself. Nick wouldn’t be home till six and she […]