7 Feb 2018 – Rings of Power

Scott Summers365 Stories, General Fiction

My mother kept an assortment of rings and necklaces  tucked into a jewelry armoire beside her bed.  The rings came in all shapes and colors, the necklaces in every shade of thickness.  Some carried bright jewels.  Others were simple bands of twisted or stippled metal. But to a young boy, they were the source of all the great powers of the universe.  I’d slip on ten or twelve rings at a time, my fingers far to seat them properly, and run around the house throwing imaginary fireballs and zapping ethereal wizards.  Green Lantern’s Power Ring had nothing on me.  Sauron’s … Read More

6 Feb 2018 – The Arcanist

Scott Summers365 Stories, Fantasy

The old wizard’s tower always managed to loom just on the horizon.   Aneta first caught sight of it before she stepped off the boat: a single, ivory tower shooting up from the heart of Ganathas.  It tilted, just off center, as though she were looking at the haft of a spear thrown by some otherworldly warrior, its tip embedded deep into the bedrock of the earth. That tower loomed over Aneta while she wound through the city streets, its white, weathered stone more defined to her meager vision with each passing step.  Ganathas was home to many great heroes … Read More

5 Feb 2018 – Where the Dark Lives

Scott Summers365 Stories, Horror

The lights are bright in East Memphis.  It was one of the most upending things about my move from small-town Montana.  Out near Flatwillow and Sumatra, you begin to understand the true nature of darkness — and the things that lurk within. My friends in the city don’t understand it.  They fix me with a perplexing stare when I say that it doesn’t get dark in Memphis.  They point out the sun sinking low above Overton Park or point toward the fairgrounds and tell me that there’s no light out there. But all I see are their eyes, glaring at … Read More

4 Feb 2018 – Zero Day

Scott Summers365 Stories, 50 Word Stories, General Fiction

If you ask any distance hiker, they’ll tell you that when it comes to hiking trails, the journey is far more important than the destination.  Most days. Some days are for sitting.  For enjoying the sunshine.  For making friends as the sun sinks beneath the trees and shadows grow long around the campfire. They’re called zero days. Clara didn’t have a word for any of that until she hit the trails for the first time.  When she found out those days had a name, she knew it was one experience she wouldn’t regret. And she was right — many times … Read More

3 Feb 2018 – Superhero, Wannabe

Scott Summers365 Stories, General Fiction

Franklin always joked about being a superhero.  He had it all down: the name, the pose, even the workout.  He was a good fit for it, too, with broad shoulders that shaped his body into a hard V.  Especially after that stylist got ahold of his hair and he started walking around with that tailored, nice guy haircut.  You could almost put him on a poster, right up there with Captain America. It was hard to poke too much fun at him, though.  Franklin’s had a hard life.  I was around when his mother died and his dad committed suicide.  … Read More

2 Feb 2018 – Dust

Scott Summers365 Stories, Magical Realism

If you ask most people what they would change about themselves or their lives, they could give you a ready answer.  Nobody lives without some regrets, and time — being linear — doesn’t forgive missed opportunities.  Like fortune, time favors the bold. Unless you have the dust. It came to Emma in a canvas pouch, wrapped with twine at the top, alongside a note slipped into her mailbox.  For a missed opportunity, the note read.  One regret undone.  Empty the dust into your palm and blow it into the wind.  Note:  Only works once. And that was the crux of … Read More

1 Feb 2018 – The Message

Scott Summers365 Stories, Magical Realism

The raven had a message.  It sat like a statue upon an old fence post despite the pouring rain, patiently waiting.  The dirt path where the children usually walked was flooded in this weather, but that didn’t seem to bother the raven.  It sat there all the same, unyielding in the despicable weather. Jordy saw the bird first.  He gripped at Sienna’s coat sleeve as they walked down the main road toward the schoolhouse. “Look,” he shouted to her as the storm whipped around them.  “A messenger.” His sister, nearly a decade senior, looked down at him then about-faced toward … Read More

31 Jan 2018 – Past Lives

Scott Summers365 Stories, General Fiction

I never knew the person my mother used to be until I found the box.  It was tucked away in the far corner of the attic, a flimsy cardboard box covered in forty years worth of dust.  I hadn’t planned to rummage through it, but after she died and the house sold, well — part of moving out is digging up old memories.  Pulling it out from the corner, I opened it without thinking and found a life’s worth of experiences nestled inside. It was a box of old Polaroids and old postcards, the edges yellowed from age and oxidation.  … Read More

30 Jan 2018 – Homesick

Scott Summers365 Stories, General Fiction

It hit him in Morocco after a day trip out of Marrakech to see the Ouzoud Falls.  On the return journey, he saw the warm lights of the city — a thousand homes lit by a thousand lights — and he thought of home, of family, of the future that awaited him.  All of it was a world away, accessible only in old photographs and postmarked letters from afar.  He was leaving town tomorrow, off to God only knew where on his wild trip around the world.  He’d never been great at deciding, or at going home. But maybe it … Read More

29 Jan 2018 – The Hobo

Scott Summers365 Stories, General Fiction

Shannon visited the old train bridge almost daily during late fall, before the snow set in and the days grew short.  It reminded her of old bones or an ancient relic abandoned in the wilderness.  But it wasn’t quite that.  The tracks themselves were still clean despite the rust that marred the surrounding steel.  From a distance, the bridge looked rickety and rotten, worn away by time and misuse.  Up close, though, it was ox-sturdy and steadfast. They’d stopped running trains on it last year.  Shannon had an uncle that worked at the rail yard, and she’d heard him complaining … Read More