Darby S. Fisher

Joined November 2021

33 stories

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Young and tired writer of all sorts of things.

Adventure fantasy: Skeletons: Book One

Horror fantasy: Lonely Forest

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The Truth About Mermaids
Most people think that all mermaids have long, flowing hair, but that just isn’t true. If they did, then their hair would tangle and catch on everything from coral to small fish. Sand and seashells would collect in the mats, and frankly, that’s no way for a mermaid to live.
By Darby S. Fisher3 years ago in Fiction
The Final Round
At 2:30 in the afternoon, I have ten pages left, the last chapter, to read over for the almost-final round of editing. I'm excited, nervous, and overall feeling strange about it.
By Darby S. Fisher3 years ago in Journal
The Shadow
Brother and sister see the same Shadow from the corner of their eye. Any time of year, Shadow may run by the windows, always outside. Sister turns her head at the strange movement, but Shadow is gone. She asks her brother if he saw that. He asks what she means.
By Darby S. Fisher3 years ago in Fiction
The Things from the Ocean
Close your eyes as the sun sets to keep the glare from blinding you. Start. Thump. Thump. Thump. “All of our worries were born from the shadows,” we whispered.
By Darby S. Fisher3 years ago in Fiction
Dear Me
Dear Me, Through all trials, tribulations, late night Gospel meditations, Through all dreamscapes, long days, and learning things so vile,
By Darby S. Fisher3 years ago in Poets
Summers by the Pool. Top Story - April 2023.
Sunshine summer spent cool pool, barefoot, tan with joy I'd jump in again. Along the rough edge, hold the wall to travel safe
By Darby S. Fisher3 years ago in Poets
Late Night Gnats
Bzz… Bzz… Dooo “Hey! How are you? I’m doing good; I’m okay. Did I tell you that Mrs. Diane invited me to her New Year’s party? Yeah, I was surprised, honestly. I didn’t know she held New Year’s parties. Well, I hadn’t seen her in like… a year? So, I went. I know, very out of character for me, but I figured that I might as well. Like you said, if you always say no, then people will stop inviting you to things, and I don’t want her thinking that I hate her or something. I don’t really hate anyone; I just really like my house.
By Darby S. Fisher3 years ago in Fiction
Living Room Hope
Large weave, plush cuddle Loops hand-drawn, crafted loved yards Blanket draped for us
By Darby S. Fisher3 years ago in Poets
Blue Eyes
See myself mirrored Stare at the pooled tears beneath Blue, gray, brown iris
By Darby S. Fisher3 years ago in Poets
Bearly Fair
Sunday, January 5th, 2020 Wake up at 6:30, stay in my pajamas. Get a glass of water. Sit at the dining room table. Play a game about a bear until 10:00. Fry two eggs, top with cheese and tomato. Phone pings. Check it.
By Darby S. Fisher3 years ago in Fiction
Mallory's Baby
I woke to the gentle rumble of a car flying down the highway. A 90s pop song whispered from the radio. My eyelids felt like they had been taped closed and the sticky adhesive still clung to my lashes. I wiped the sleep off my face as I looked at the blue lights of the clock.
By Darby S. Fisher3 years ago in Horror
Who Knows.
Knock knock I sat up. Across the room, the blue lights of the clock showed the time. My eyes ached at the sight of the number. Three o’clock in the morning was not even close to being an acceptable time to wake up. I dropped my head back to my pillow and struggled to sleep.
By Darby S. Fisher4 years ago in Horror