Author: russellmonson

(Excerpt from a story close to first draft. Changed format (badly no doubt.) to this so I couldn't reveal too much.) This does not give away the story.   Defendant: You think me a witch then? Lawyer: Of course. That’s why we are holding this trial. Defendant: I don’t know any witchcraft. Or spellcraft for… Continue reading Courtroom Conversation

Because one of them actually happened. The rest are rough draft story clips.   1. Sitting upon a park bench, you are suddenly startled by a child’s voice whispering your name in your ear. Quickly glancing around expecting someone’s child to be next to you, there is no one. In fact, the only other people… Continue reading Short Halloween bits

  I was going to name this "Short stories for pessimists, Vol. 1 (Warning, rough draft. ) Devlin always tried to help his mother. He wasn’t old enough to start an apprenticeship yet. He tried to do as much around the farm as possible though. Ever since their father went to set sail for the… Continue reading UN- Fortunate

Smoothing her blue and white dress, Trina goes through the handful of daisies she has picked. Sitting down on the faded blanket placed in the field of tall grass, she searches for the best flowers to make a gift for her mom. Intertwining the stems for the daisy crown, she forces herself not to look… Continue reading Forest Home of Fairy Queen

excerpt from a dream I had. Standing in the hall, he noticed something not quite right out of the corner of his eye. He had passed the same room hundreds of times before and couldn't remember this ever happening. Glancing within, darkness had never before left him afraid. Never gave him the shivers, or the… Continue reading Unnamed dream/story idea

Plastic stars and planets cast a faint yellow glow down at her from the ceiling. She had been thinking about this for several days and there was no way around it. This was the only way it would work, It had to. She didn't want to bring her brother. What other choice did she have?… Continue reading Birthday Gift

First Man: what are you wearing? Second Man: what do you mean? First Man: That dress. why are you wearing a dress? Second Man: I am not wearing a dress. First Man: looks like it. Second Man: I am not. First Man: Well what did you do, cut up a blanket and wrap it around you? Second Man: Yes actually. but I didn't have… Continue reading The First Kilt