Love Once Written

Love Once Written By T. Delaplain Every morning, Ellie settles into her weathered rocking chair, pen poised, notebook open. For decades, she’s written sweeping romances from this porch - tales of first kisses, stolen glances, and love that defied time. Yet none of her imagined beaus ever matched the man who once courted and proposed... Continue Reading →

The Magic Of A.I.

The Magic of A.I. By T. Delaplain “The ancient ones will never comprehend this novel intelligence,” whispered Wesley, the first-year witchling. Her hands swiftly danced across the keys, clacking out the code for her love spell. A day would arrive when there would be no need for newt eyes or cauldrons. Soon, all the incantations... Continue Reading →

Literary Justice

Literary Justice By T. Delaplain Everyone hated Vic. A lecher, a liar, a thief—he'd burned every bridge in their circle. So when he turned up dead at the reunion, stabbed twelve times, no one was surprised. Except the police. They looked at the shocked faces, the teary alibis. But Janice knew exactly what they’d find:... Continue Reading →

A Legacy of Wisdom

A Legacy of Wisdom By T. Delaplain “Fifteen two, fifteen four.” Ed motioned to his grandson to count again. “Ya ain’t paying attention. When’s the last time you went home? Your mom’s fit to be tied.” “She doesn’t get it, there’s no time to slow down. I’m behind in biochem, student government is a time... Continue Reading →

Second Amendment

Second Amendment By T. Delaplain Hope had dimmed somewhat since the government had evolved, but still the patriot rose from his bundle of cast off blankets, coughed out the night’s polluted air and kissed his wife’s fading photo in the broken frame. She hadn’t survived the move from the nursing home, the aid had efficiently... Continue Reading →

A Lifeline

A Lifeline By T. Delaplain The mile long cord snaked through the crack in the pantry door at full extension, securely wrapped around my twelve year old wrist, my only lifeline to the outside. The punishment for skipping class had been a week of solitary confinement without my bestie. Loudly whispering and scheming, I was... Continue Reading →

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