Introducing The Story Club

Hello All! From now on, any and all stories submitted to our illustrious Club will be published here. And to keep things from getting boring, on months we don't get many (or any) new stories, I'll pull an old story or two out of the archives.

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The War Chief and the Halfbreed by Mastin Barry (originally shared August 2019)

We were four mighty watchful men, riding through the Bighorn Basin, and we had already each had our fare share in Indian battles. Cal lead the way, as always, followed by Slim, then myself, with my faithful dog Fang trotting along side, and finally John Shane, bringing up the rear. I was perceptive enough to see the obvious sign: A broken twig, a hoof print in the muddy ground, or the cawing of a startled crow away in the woods. They were trailing us alright, or possibly fixing to dry-gulch us, but we were strung out in a long line, we had our eyes wide, our ears open, and the Sioux should have known by now, that we wouldn’t kill easy. Not with Cal’s place so close, not with safety so near, would we die easy, not at all. The country was rolling and mild, compared to the Owl Creek and Bridger mountains, or even the Wind River Canyon. A man could run cattle in this country. It was a mite rougher than the plains of Kansas and Dakota, but ...

The Tale of Corlo by Mastin Barry (Author of the Month)

The plain of Estelech lies between the river Nonn, in the east, and the river Thyn, in the west. To the south lie the mountains of Calad, and to the north the mountains of Minothir. In this land dwelt many birds and beasts, but few men dwelt there. Scattered clans or tribes, nomadic peoples and wanderers. In lands far to the south, a kingdom was founded by those who came from beyond the Western Sea. The name of this realm was Caldemar. Upon a time, king Kyartin of Caldemar sent forth his emissaries into the north to spy out the plains and hill country, and find suitable lands where folk might come to dwell. Of these emissaries the most renowned was Carnvas, son of Beronthir, who traveled the length of the river Nonn and settled with his people beyond the mountains of Minothir. Here was the northern sea, and from the colonies thus founded ships put out and sailed west along the coast, until at length the land bent south, and following the coast the mariners came at last...

Capturing Life with Ink: A Guide to Journaling by Sarah Kolster (February Author of the Month)

I first began keeping a journal when I was ten years old. My older sister had given me her old battered notebook that she had used for her math problems, and I had decided to take it and jot down my thoughts in the remaining blank pages. I was not a good speller and I found myself illustrating my point — in the most literal sense of the word — more often than actually writing it out. I had an ache to write about what was happening around me — perhaps I was a bit of a busybody when I was ten, but I found the actions and conversations of other people most entertaining, and I enjoyed the surreptitious delight of recording them in secret and with my own perspective on the subject. As I matured, I became a better speller and less of a busybody. When I was fourteen, my family started calling me the “Family Chronicler” because I recorded so many details on current local events that you could ask me what Mrs. Blackburn served for dessert three years ago at her son’s friend’s high...

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