D.K. Shepard
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Character Crafter, Witty Banter Enthusiast, World Builder, Unpublished novelist...for now
Fantasy is where I thrive, but I like to experiment with genres for my short stories. Currently employed as a teacher in Louisville.
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Good Neighbor
I lifted my mug of tea to my lips and let the steam fill my nostrils. I stared out the living room window. The next door neighbors’ flowers had been in brilliant bloom last Saturday morning, but now they were drooping and turning brown. The yellow tape with big black letters ballooned out from the stakes as a spring breeze tugged at it. And within the borders of the tape a large darkening stain marred the neighbors’ driveway.
By D.K. Shepardabout a year ago in Fiction
Aboulomania. Top Story - September 2024.
Aboulomania: great indecision and an inability to, or difficulty in, making any kind of choice in a person's daily life My Connection: While I do not have the clinical disorder of aboulomania, I am notorious among friends and family for my "decision exhaustion". This state typically sets in after a long day of teaching during which so many decisions were made from great to minimal importance and every level in between. Once the exhaustion sets in I am nearly incapable of making the smallest decisions. What to eat for dinner? What to watch on TV? Whether or not to walk the dog? Which Vocal story to read? I just can't.
By D.K. Shepardabout a year ago in Poets
Bookworm. Top Story - September 2024.
Dawson followed the boy and his teacher up the museum steps. He hoped the boy wouldn’t get in too much trouble. He liked him. They were the same age and they both had to deal with bullies. But things weren’t looking good. The math teacher was a total weirdo. There was no way this didn’t end badly for the boy.
By D.K. Shepardabout a year ago in Psyche
Brother's Keeper
The prisoners were in an uproar. All except the hooded man. Sounds of the battle above drifted down to the cells. The Saxon guards were frightened. Sigrid and his Dane warriors were winning. There was thumping on the door above. A guard staggered back. The hooded man was ready, stealthily as a shadow he grabbed the key from the guard’s belt and opened the door.
By D.K. Shepardabout a year ago in Fiction
A Reckoning
Swish. “Ahh!” They were whipping her for tripping, for disturbing the order, for being an Outlier. Silas was an Outlier too. They all were. His entire community had lived outside the control of the Swarm for generations. But now they had been enslaved. The Swarm border continued to stretch outward like an expanding pool of blood.
By D.K. Shepardabout a year ago in Fiction
Out of the Frying Pan
“Look, honey! The pool! This is just perfect!” Janet exclaimed. “I’m glad you're pleased, dear,” Kevin declared as they meandered through the collection of white loungers to the edge of the pool. Janet was smiling that smile that made him feel weightless. A smile he hadn’t seen in quite some time.
By D.K. Shepardabout a year ago in Fiction
