Alison McBain
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Alison McBain writes fiction & poetry, edits & reviews books, and pens a webcomic called “Toddler Times.” In her free time, she drinks gallons of coffee & pretends to be a pool shark at her local pub. More: http://www.alisonmcbain.com/
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Under the Midnight Skies
Before you tell me that I’m full of piss and vinegar, please listen to my story. I know what you’ve heard at the pub down at the docks, but you can’t get the truth from men who weren’t there that night. Weren’t even on the bloody ship. I was there, you see, and I know what happened. I held her hand to say goodbye. And I let her go anyway, even knowing that it meant forever.
By Alison McBainabout a year ago in Fiction
Treasured. Runner-up in L*pogram Challenge. Top Story - August 2024.
A sharp shout echoed off the canyon walls. “Relax, honey. Just a bug.” John brushed the creature off Andrea’s neck. “Must have dropped down from the trees.” He laughed, and she punched the arm nearest to her. “Ow!” He rubbed the arm, but couldn’t help another chuckle.
By Alison McBainabout a year ago in Fiction
Drought
Blake hadn’t yet noticed there was a claw hooked through the lobe of his ear, and the wound was bleeding quite freely. “Sorry,” I said before reaching over and extracting the curved weapon from his skin. He winced, but I think all of us were beyond feeling much shock at that moment. We’d had all the shock we could handle for a lifetime, and then some.
By Alison McBain2 years ago in Fiction
Finale Fortissimo
“You’re obsessed,” Judy said. “I’m not.” But Paul’s voice sounded hollow. The small talk of the past hour had finally ended, and he was thankful more than upset. He’d sensed Judy was irritated about something, and it was a relief to have her finally spit it out.
By Alison McBain2 years ago in Fiction
Supply and Demand
If the clouds had been the color of steel, they might have cast the appropriate foreboding atmosphere for a clandestine meeting. If the figures had been lurking in a garbage-filled alley, rats fleeing before their footsteps, they might have had the appropriate air. Perhaps only if the two figures themselves had been sinister in appearance, with badly scarred faces or eye patches, it might have implied something more... malevolent.
By Alison McBain2 years ago in Fiction
