Heather Ealy
Stories (4)
Filter by community
Beyond Words
There’s an owl at my window and I don’t care. I barely even look at it, though it’s large and white and entirely out of place on my street, miles away from the woods with more concrete than habitable trees. Through the corner of my eye, I see it balance precariously on the edge of the windowsill, swaying in the nighttime breeze. I really couldn’t care less if it fell two stories. At least it has wings. That’s more than most of us get.
By Heather Ealy4 years ago in Fiction
The Sixty-Eighth Cake
The vampire bakes the sixty-eighth cake with more care than he’s ever done anything in his long life. He pulls the old recipe card from a worn, leather-bound book with delicate gold lettering on the side reading “Pierre’s Finest”. The book had been bound specifically for him and his many recipes. His chocolate cake rests comfortably on the first page. It is, after all, the most important piece of his arsenal.
By Heather Ealy5 years ago in Fiction
Season of Sunflowers
Everybody needs that one place to call their own. A special place where time has no meaning and worries belong to somebody else. For me, that place is in the old family barn at the very edge of our 50-acre property. Papa doesn’t go there. It’s the only place I can breathe freely.
By Heather Ealy5 years ago in Fiction
