Category: short stories

May 29, 2015 tobidoylemacbrayne 2 comments

You’ve actually been here before, we just made sure you forgot. She couldn’t shake the feeling of déjà vu. Perhaps it was because this was the sixth first-date in three weeks she’d accepted. The man seated across from her in the booth was bland. She pushed her fork around the plate musing that he was…

May 22, 2015 tobidoylemacbrayne 1 comment

The sun splintered off the interior cathedral windows, a sight Bridget had never seen before since light had never been allowed in the immense building. The ruin of the building still maintained the high arches, but instead of spider webs interconnecting the intricate mouldings they now served as a trellis for kudzu and morning glories. A…

May 8, 2015 tobidoylemacbrayne No comments exist

There was a meadow where the fairies used to live where people went to pray to the gods for help. If your intentions were pure, the fairies would guide you through the forest to the meadow. If not… you would wander for days and might not return. Maeve prayed the fairies would guide her. As she approached…

May 1, 2015 tobidoylemacbrayne No comments exist

She sat in her living room reading a book about poisonous mushrooms. Paranoia egged her on, fraying her very last nerve. If only her anxiety had no foundation. If only she hadn’t searched through Brent’s phone. If only the idiot had erased his texts to Karen, the bitch, the home-wrecker. If only she hadn’t moved…

April 24, 2015 tobidoylemacbrayne No comments exist

Writing Prompt from Passionate Ink – Every morning when you wake up, something from your last dream of the night becomes real for an hour. The Fortune Cookie… Courtney wished the Ambien worked and left her dream free, but no… instead she found herself slamming her fist down on her squealing alarm clock and pushing…

January 24, 2015 tobidoylemacbrayne No comments exist

My inspiration for stories… They come from everywhere.  Bits of conversations overheard in the grocery store sometimes spawn complicated love triangles, and don’t even get me started on the secret life of the cutie check out guy.  Although I’m sure my imagination is nothing like his real life … poor guy. Today I awoke to…

January 23, 2015 tobidoylemacbrayne No comments exist

He stood, back against the door jamb, just out of her line of sight and waited.  She stuffed her scarf in her bag, changed her heels for flats and smoothed her skirt down her legs before turning toward the elevator.  The doors opened and he moved then, slipping between the doors before they closed. Her…

January 16, 2015 tobidoylemacbrayne No comments exist

This is how I flirt. There he was and I was prepared.  It was time.  I psyched myself up, ignoring the giggles of my teammates as I approached him in the library.  This was my mother’s idea… she promised to pay for therapy if it went wrong.  She promised me it worked for her. Oh…

December 26, 2014 tobidoylemacbrayne No comments exist

Mistletoe Cassidy walked into the office kitchen and immediately noticed the sprig of mistletoe hanging over the door. “There’s a sexual harassment suit in the making.” She muttered as she moved toward the coffee pot and filled her mug. She turned to find her boss standing under the door jamb, flicking his gaze between the…

December 21, 2014 tobidoylemacbrayne No comments exist

Deirdre looked at her face in the rear view mirror one last time before resigning herself to another bad first date.  This would be the thirteenth in four months, all because her well-meaning and married friends insisted that this year she would find someone.  It didn’t matter that her parents cursed her by naming her…

November 7, 2014 tobidoylemacbrayne No comments exist

Ahh, November the month where thousands of writers, authors, and other people with pencil and paper strive to put a minimum of fifty thousand words down in hopes that someday it will be a book.  Yeah – so in between revising, editing, etc. I’m trying to write a book in November.  Instead of the usual…

October 30, 2014 tobidoylemacbrayne No comments exist

Halloween brought out the worst in people, he mused as a woman in a black bikini and cat ears batted her eyelashes in his direction.  Disgusted, he put a twenty on the bar and headed toward the door.  His hand reached for the door at the same time as hers.  The only woman fully dressed…

October 23, 2014 tobidoylemacbrayne No comments exist

Her cheeks were pink, her nose red and running.  She sniffled against the back of her glove and grinned stupidly. “Why are you so happy?” Bridgette grumbled. “It’s sweater weather!”  Becca danced in a circle and pulled at the frumpy shape that laid across her frame, it was a kaleidoscope of browns and greens and…

October 16, 2014 tobidoylemacbrayne 1 comment

I love the sound of rain when I am inside. The way it beats against the skylights is hypnotic.  I love how the light changes, seeming to come from nowhere and everywhere.  When I’m inside… When I’m outside, it’s my enemy, turning my clothes into a claustrophobic restraint, my hair into, well, it’s not pretty.  And…

October 10, 2014 tobidoylemacbrayne No comments exist

The sirens blared, but she didn’t need to hear them to know what was coming.  The sky was grey, then green, the trees reaching toward the house, their green leaves plucked from the branches.  The thunder was deafening, rattling the glasses in her cabinet and followed by sudden barrage of hail against the aluminum siding. …

October 3, 2014 tobidoylemacbrayne No comments exist

November is National Novel Writing Month and I’m participating – again.  Since I started writing years ago I’ve used November to sit down and focus on writing at least two thousand words each day.  In the past I’ve written books that I self-published as Doyle MacBrayne, including Eve ver. 2.0, The Fourth Christmas, Jane Eyre…

October 3, 2014 tobidoylemacbrayne No comments exist

Her hand was cool against his.  He held it gently in his palm and wrapping his other hand around her fingers, pressing them tightly against him. “Live.  Take my strength.”  Unheeded pleas welled forth from his lips, unburdening his heart’s desire to give his life for hers.

September 26, 2014 tobidoylemacbrayne No comments exist

The woman from the elevator stood banging her head against my neighbor’s door.  She was soaking wet, her blouse transparent and wearing a wet paper bag around her waist.  Karmically dressed, I mused, still angry about the.  I opened my door a crack and her eyes widened as she recognized me.  She slumped against the…