C. A. Winter Blog

(STG) The Dog Sequence Written by C. A. Winter      He snatched the keys from the ignition and dumped them in his jacket. His hair itched from the balaclava. In the rear view, the bay was motionless and dark. A lamppost at the end of the street stood orange and alone against a moonless night. Alan shuffled around in his backpack for something. He already had his mask over his face. “Do we need to run through it again?” Robbie asked, peering over.  “I think we’re good.” “Back door, right?” “Yeah. You care if I just,” Alan jabbed his finger up and pressed a button. The cab light shone for a second, and he reached into his bag. He turned it off as quickly as it flashed.  “Dude.” Robbie whispered. “Sorry.” He watched the bay from the mirror. It was a nice neighbourhood with nice homes filled with nice people. The kind of people that don’t expect this kind of thing. A click, pop, and clap brought him back to the car.  “Check this shit out.”  “What the hell ...

 Below is a collection of unrelated starters for stories I'm playing around with. These are just chunks- some more completed than others- from various moments in various things. They end abruptly. Sorry, but more is coming. Some of these might feel familiar, and they probably are if you've been reading along so far, however I've tightened up the ones you've read and I've edited or added more since they were last posted.  If you like any particular story or have thoughts on something, feel free to reach out. I love hearing your thoughts! Enjoy! A Collection of Moments Volume 1 By C. A. Winter (2025) Ghostwriter Somewhere deep in Southern Illinois.  His cell service dropped about fifteen minutes ago and the radio shifted from country to jumbled words to a collection of frequency bursts. He made a turn down a winding dirt road and was nearing a spiked rock formation that he’d been warned of.  You’ll see two granite spears. Count three driveways past those on the right,...