Author Archives: aaronconaway

Cicada Dreams

He landed, as he often did nowadays, roughly and with a grunt. Old age played its tricks, after all, even…

This story didn’t come from a prompt. I’ve just kept meaning to tell it since The Jurassic Roger set sail.…

I drink my tea amidst an endless stream of noxious revelry, pantomiming the back-slapping and chest-bumping that tends to accompany…

When my dog woke me up at three in the morning, I couldn’t have known why. Who knows the mind…

Sometimes the guy knew. Sometimes, he didn’t. I can’t say what the difference was, what changed about things from one…

Harper played with the wad of putty, absently rolling it around on her desk as she ignored her work, the…

Mike sat at the bar and focused on his fourth whiskey, watching as the little air bubbles escaped from the…

Templeton Gabtree, whose mother was clearly a deeply devoted Charlotte’s Web fan, trusted no one like he trusted the pigeons…

This piece is part of a shared prompt idea with @Dannigrrl5 and @JasonDWarden based on the picture shown here courtesy…