Doommates I came home to see my bike bent out of shape. And blood covering the front porch. Not again. Jorgan the Doomhammer was on the couch, watching an infomercial. It was the same old story: you meet a barbarian in another dimension, he saves your life, follows you home. “You broke my bike.” I…
Author: David Stewart
I am a writer of anything quirky and weird. I love most genres of fiction and in each there are stories that I would consider "my kind of story".
Muse on Monday – December 9, 2024
The unknown can be scary but most of the time, it is just that: unknown. However, it can be shocking if we think we know something that turns out to be different. Normally, when you tell a story, you should tell the reader about the world the story is set in, at least a little….
The Shell Forger
The Shell Forger I didn’t plan to be a seashell forger. I saw one once: rounded mottled back, with a narrow ridged opening underneath. Easy enough to carve from a piece of antler. My neighbors snickered as I kept carving my shells. My village was far from the sea, that mythical place where all rivers…
Muse on Monday – December 2, 2024
Story Prompt: December 2, 2024 Write a story that takes place at a concert. Decide what kind of concert it is and listen to that music as you write, just for inspiration. Remember that the tone of the music does not have to match the tone of the story (you can have a cute, romantic…
The Bus Stop
The Bus Stop The Mare Nectaris line bus was late, again. Jac kept his helmet’s visor opaque, watched a video playing on the internal display. He hated waiting at the bus stop alone, especially when the bus was late. Space was big, of course, but in practical, human terms, Space was small and cramped. Space…
Muse on Monday – November 25, 2024
Happy Thanksgiving for the Americans out there since that is this Thursday. The weather is getting colder and it’s about the time of year we start thinking of curling up inside with a good book and a hot drink. Story Prompt: November 25, 2024 Write a story about being stuck inside on a cold or…
Dark Sustenance
Dark Sustenance He ate the Pop-Tarts first. They were easy to identify by the feel of the foil wrapped squares. After some time (a day? a week?) they were gone and he was hungry again. He tried eating uncooked rice, but it hurt his stomach, and he lay in agonized blackness and strained to hear…
Muse on Monday – November 18, 2024
I hope you are having a good week so far. The autumn is going fast, at least here. We don’t have snow yet, but it can’t be far away. Today I have a location-specific prompt for you. You can decide all the other aspects of the story, however. Story Prompt: November 18, 2024 Write a…
The Day the Aliens Arrived
The Day the Aliens Arrived The Day the Aliens Arrived When the aliens arrived, it wasn’t what anyone expected. It was just a single spaceship, and they didn’t ask to see any leaders. They tried, rather frustratedly to talk to the first people they met and when they couldn’t, they just settled in to learn…
Authentic
Authentic “So, no cruise then?” “Ugh, they’re just so artificial. Now, this medieval experience. That’s authentic.” “Like, how authentic?” “Oh, the whole deal. Straw mattresses, pigs and chickens staying in the same room, even real fleas and lice!” “Real? Not robots?” “Nope. They breed them specially. Plus, there are daily excursions out to the fields…
The Green-Walled Treehouse 