by Allyson Longueira | Mar 17, 2014
It’s a Story About a Guy Who…
Dean Wesley Smith
Danny Evans needs a good grade in creative writing. His assignment? He must write about any person he sees in a public place, and really get inside that person’s head. He must make up a character. It seems like such a simple assignment.
by Allyson Longueira | Mar 17, 2014
Santa’s Snack
Dean Wesley Smith
A mystery story about a grown man, an attorney, alone on Christmas Eve, who can’t allow himself to believe in Santa Claus. But someone keeps eating the cookies. Every year. Just like it happened when he was a kid. Maybe Santa Claus really does exist. Or maybe, just maybe, all this skeptic needs to understand is where the jolly fat man lives.
by Allyson Longueira | Mar 17, 2014
Between Showers
Dean Wesley Smith
All he wanted to do was wash his green Rambler Classic, but the volcano blew and started dumping ash everywhere.
And just wouldn’t stop.
An end-of-the-world story for one man who just really wanted it to rain by bestselling writer Dean Wesley Smith.
When Mt. Saint Helens blew, Dean Wesley Smith was downwind and even though the ash fall was only about ten inches outside his house, it felt like this story. And he never once owned a green Rambler, but he drove his mother’s at times.
by Allyson Longueira | Mar 16, 2014
Last Man Out
Dean Wesley Smith
Golf Professional David Moore never expected a naked woman to be the prize for winning a golf tournament. Yet there she sat beside him in the golf cart. So perfect. She didn’t even sweat.
By the time the tournament finished, she revealed everything and he discovered that beauty really existed only skin deep.
by Allyson Longueira | Mar 16, 2014
Tumbling Down the Nighttime
Dean Wesley Smith
Ed lay in his nursing home bed, his sheets wet, the nurses running late in their nightly routine of cleaning him up. He hated the place. He had lived a long and wonderful life and the waiting to die just seemed like too much for him to have to put up with.
But then one night he got a very special visitor from his past, a visitor who had forgotten to say goodbye all those decades before.
