© 2018 J. J. Hanna “Take this.” He took the small contraption from his sister. The fluorescent light hanging from the ceiling reflected off its metal casing. “What is it?” he asked, flipping it over in his tiny hands. “Happy eleventh birthday, David,” she said with a wink, tucking a few stray strands of brownContinue reading “Short Story: The Crow’s Decoration”
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Short Story: If a Tree Falls
© 2020, Jori Hanna She smiled at her computer screen, watching the black boxes of code scroll as her computer did its thing. “I’m in,” she said with a little chuckle to no one in particular. It was almost a little joke she had with herself. No one else was around, so she may asContinue reading “Short Story: If a Tree Falls”
Short Story: The Dreamsharer
© 2020, Jori Hanna “They call him the Dreamsharer. Which of you will be brave enough to step into the chamber with him?” Willing hands shoot up around me, people whose eyes are sunken into dark circles far enough that their faces more closely resemble skulls than skin. The announcer’s eyes land on me, andContinue reading “Short Story: The Dreamsharer”
Short Story: An Unlikely Friend
© 2020, Jori Hanna A note from J. J.: When I wrote this story, I had just engaged with an interesting tweet on Twitter from J. Federle (@JFedereleWrites). The tweet read: You inherit a mansion… if you live in it 1 month alone.(Day 4) Whispers emit from faucets.(Day 11) Your shadow is crooked.(Day 21) YourContinue reading “Short Story: An Unlikely Friend”
Short Story: The Pembrook Academy for Gifted Children
© 2020, Jori Hanna Brandon looked at the list of names, reviewing the addresses before him and glancing up at the trailer park he’d parked outside. This one kid had potential. Maxwell Jones. Three years old. Perfectly healthy son of a single mother, abandoned by his father when he was one. The guy didn’t evenContinue reading “Short Story: The Pembrook Academy for Gifted Children”
Short Story: A Night in the Snow
© 2019, Jori Hanna The snow had nearly blanketed the ground completely when my target finally left the shop. I watched from the parking lot as the neon open sign flickered off along with the rest of the lights sharing their warmth with the world through the shop windows, filtering out past the mannequins displayingContinue reading “Short Story: A Night in the Snow”