As always, Vayland Rd. is for my Dad. It’s not a subtle story, or graceful, or maybe even good — but I like it.
I originally wrote it as part of a fundraiser for prostate cancer research, which was the goblin Dad was fighting at the time. The prognosis was bad, but the end result was [...]
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The story behind Vayland Rd.
Vayland Rd. [9] — The End
~ The End ~
How do I end a story like this?
We got home with the sun coming up. By the clock in the kitchen, my part in the whole thing had been only about twenty-four hours.
It seemed longer.
Dad was, if not ‘all right’, at least ‘alright’ in the stoic, bull-headed parlance of the Midwest. He’d [...]
Vayland Rd. [8] — The Fall
~ The Fall ~
One of the real people walked up to him. He was limping, and had a
my
gun in his off-hand. There was a big stick in the other.
”It’s time to go home, Dad,” the young man said.
Steven looked up at his face, with its hurt eyes, and frowned.
”I think that he will stay here.” [...]
Vayland Rd. [6] — The Needles
~ The Needles ~
I stood on the edge of Vayland, looking down into a ravine. Silver pain pulled at a single point in my body, dredging up memories.
When I was a kid in the first house my family ever lived in, my room was next to the living room and, thus, the television. After [...]
Vayland Rd. [2] – The Road
~ The Road ~
Churkk scowled.
“I like night, Churkk. Dun like day. Dun like heat or light or pantin’ or th’ way groud puffs up dust atcha when ya run.”
Churkk’s scowl deepened. He liked the night as well, but it irritated him to agree with the creature skulking alongside him.
“Night is cool. Night is good. Wraps [...]
Vayland Rd. [1] – The Call
[What follows is the first part of a short story I'm working on revising. The rest will follow over the next however-many-days-it-takes. I might put some editing notes in the posts' comments. If you're looking for such things, look for them there.]
Vayland Rd.
I remember, when I was a kid, riding in a car with green, [...]
