17 Feb 2018 – Shipwreck

Scott Summers365 Stories, Horror

The old shipwreck had been sitting down by the coast for as long as any of us can remember.  My mother said it washed in with the high tide one night — completely abandoned — and never went back out to sea.  It was the talk around Hanson’s Market, the corner store, when it first showed up. “Don’t mess with it,” she told me once.  “It’s just a mess of rusted nails and rotten wood.  You’ll end up in the hospital.” It was reason enough to stay away, but there was something else:  If you believed what people said, the … Read More

16 Feb 2018 – After the Flood

Scott Summers365 Stories, General Fiction

I have never found the rainy season gentle.  The rivers and streams, so peaceful throughout the year, bellow with a rage unyielding.  They swell and churn in their anger, roiling with whitecaps and rapids that can be heard across the valley.  For nearly a month each year, the rivers become a dangerous place. It is in the wake of that torrent that I find the bottle.  It sits upon the river stones, almost otherworldly in its pristine appearance.  The glass, by some miracle, has not shattered.  The cork stopper stuffed into the mouth of the glass holds fast, protecting a … Read More

15 Feb 2018 – A Walk in the Fog

Scott Summers365 Stories, Magical Realism

Barry’s bones always ached when the fog was rolling in.  There was something about it — the sudden drop in temperature, the moisture hanging in the air — that sent his body into a tailspin.  It wasn’t the kind of pain that his grandmother felt just before a storm.  It was a subtle thing, a yearning to experience the world beyond his home, and his body wouldn’t relent until Barry got himself into the thick of it. He carried a lantern when he walked on those foggy mornings and dressed in little more than a light coat and trousers as … Read More

14 Feb 2018 – Storybook Love

Scott Summers365 Stories, General Fiction

Amber always wanted that kind of love that you see in fairytales.  You know the type: that sweep-you-off-your-feet kind of love nested in the magic of nuance and intwined by inevitability.  There would be challenges, of course — maybe an argument or two between star-crossed lovers — but in the end, destiny would win the day. Of course, she had to find her Prince Charming first, and the Valentine mixer had seemed like a great place to start.  It didn’t actually happen on Valentine’s Day.  The idea was to meet a week prior, find someone to match with, and set … Read More

13 Feb 2018 – By Starlight

Scott Summers365 Stories, General Fiction

When Jamir first turned the engine over and pulled the truck out of the driveway, he’d never known how dark that it could get.  Not like Jules.  She’d been there and back again, around the world twice with another trip planned. “Yeah, I’m thinking about hitting Eastern Europe this time, then maybe riding a train across Russia and coming down through China to Australia.” She talked about it like it was nothing, jet-setting of to some distant land with little more than a backpack, a kind word, and a dream.  For Jamir, just getting out of the city was adventure … Read More

12 Feb 2018 -Mutual Endings

Scott Summers365 Stories, General Fiction

They spent their last day together on the boardwalk, just the two of them. This was it.  Tomorrow, he was flying back to college halfway across the country.  She was staying.  She always did. A life apart was a relationship always longing and never quite fulfilling.  Neither of them wanted that.  Not for themselves.  Not for one another. It was over.  Tomorrow would be a day for new beginnings, for fresh starts, for days without each other.  A first day alone. He wrapped an arm around her, pulled her close. She let him and wondered how she would survive it.

11 Feb 2018 – Michigan Gold

Scott Summers365 Stories, General Fiction

In spite of everything, dad could never bring himself to call Saginaw home.  He married there, raised two children, and knew the city inside and out.  He was a lineman for the local power company.  That was his platform during his election campaign:  “A man who knows your side of town.” All of it was true, in fact.  He got a bird’s eye view from a bucket truck.  It wasn’t enough to get him elected, but it got our family more name recognition than any of us were really comfortable with.  Opened a lot of doors, too. None of it … Read More

10 Feb 2018 – By Sunset

Scott Summers365 Stories, General Fiction

Micha knew how to get sucked into a good book.  It was one thing Maggie figured she’d done right, though it hadn’t been her purpose from the start. “No TV,” she’d decided a few weeks after he was born. “What?” her mother said.  “That’s ridiculous.  Every kid needs a TV.” “Yeah?  For what?”  She took a sip of her coffee.  Though they were seated in the dining room of her mother’s house, Maggie could hear the television blaring from the other room.  It was constant noise, constant distraction, constant hype. “Well…,” her mother trailed off as she realized the fallacy … Read More

9 Feb 2018 – Inspired Vials

Scott Summers365 Stories, Fantasy

Valeria packed all of her inspiration up tight and stuffed it into a bottle.  It was quite simple, really.  A quick cantrip here, a few words of power there, and suddenly it was draining out of the nail bed of her index finger and splattering on the floor.  She snatched an old medicine bottle off the shelf — one of her father’s old pill bottles — and caught the rest of it before it seeped through the cracks in the floorboards and she was never able to dream again. When she finished, she turned the bottle around.  Her father’s name … Read More

8 Feb 2018 – The Love Line

Scott Summers365 Stories, Magical Realism

The Flying Saucer wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.  From his booth beside the splintering, wood door that served as an entrance to the diner, Jerry found himself recounting his life choices.  His search for love had brought him all the way to the Texas panhandle — to this little diner, in fact — a good hour east of I-27, north of Lubbock. For love, search here. He could still hear that upstate New York accent in the old woman’s voice.  She called herself a fortuneteller (not a psychic, the emphasized), and she’d been more than happy to … Read More