The 365 Stories Project Month Two

By Liane Little

This is a collection of short and flash fiction written during the second month of the authors blog, Liane Little and The 365 Stories Project. The stories are not genre-specific, often funny, and a terrific read.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Liane Little
• Release date: Dec 16, 2010
• ISBN: 9781458005953

Liane Little

I'm a writer with a passion for adapting novels into screenplays.

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The 365 Stories Project – Month Two

Liane Little

The Prisoner Copyright © 2008 by Liane Little

All Other Stories © 2010 by Liane Little

Published by Liane Little at Smashwords.com, 2010

Smashwords Edition, License Notes

This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

Cover Graphic: © nuttakit – freedigitalphotos.net

Cover Design: Liane Little

Acknowledgements

I would like to thank, as always, my friends and family for all of their support.

I'd also like to send a shout out to everyone who has been following The 365 Stories Project blog. You're terrific!

Table of Contents

Introduction

The Calling

Jealousy

The Ghost In The Attic

White

The Prisoner

The Drink

Loss

Dinner and Drinks

Trapped

The Goblin

Don't Miss Your Deadline

The Hedges

Manifestation

Seasons

The Affair

The Ghosts In The Fog

A Change of Pace

Slips

Knives and Dishes

The Alley

The Exam

A Day InThe Park

The Hammer

My Enemy's Demise

The Jumper

Popcorn Fight

The Nutcracker

The Tree Topper

Blocked

Twelve Days of Christmas

Afterword

More From This Author

Introduction

The 365 Stories Project started off as a challenge. A challenge to write a short story, usually under 1000 words, every day for a full year.

As the first week passed, writing every morning got to be routine and now I find that, in addition to being challenging, it is also a way to steal some relaxation first thing in the morning.

I hope that you continue to follow the blog and read the stories as they come out.

The theory behind it is that one story is posted on the blog each day and each month will become an ebook. Paperback version containing all of the stories will be released when the project is finished. This particular volume contains the stories posted between November 16th, 2010 and December 15th 2010.

Enjoy!

The Calling

Do it, it whispered in her ear. Do it.

The strange voice had been giving this order since the moment Savannah had first turned on her iPod after the plane had reached its intended altitude.

Do it. Do it, it repeated again.

She had never heard the voice before, even with listening to the iPod every day on the bus to work. It was almost psychic the way the inflection seemed to match the beat of the music, no matter which song was playing from the randomized play list. More than that, it was compelling. There was nothing she wanted more than to listen to the voice and do what it wanted.

The current song ended, the first bars of the next began and something snapped. She just couldn't resist any longer.

Savannah paused the song, undid her seatbelt and stepped into the aisle, waiting for her cue.

The other passengers gawked at her openly after the pressed play and began to move. There was even one man filming the event on his cellphone to post on YouTube later on. She ignored everyone easily, right up until she grabbed someone at random from their seat and got him to join her.

When she was finished, she returned to her seat. The voice was no longer whispering in her ear. The compulsion was gone. The only thing left was the