Steve Lance

Joined July 2021

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Old Miller's Pond
Youtube video is the poem put to Music. Warm night settlin’ on the old front porch, Moon burnin’ bright like a midnight torch.
By Steve Lance4 months ago in Poets
Order in the Court
The wire-rimmed glasses, the slight graying of the feathers, his slow but deliberate walk, made it clear this barn owl was a bird of great importance. He took the judge’s chair and gaveled the court into session.
By Steve Lance5 months ago in Fiction
Green
It was less a monastery than a squat stone refuge, half-swallowed by the mountain. Inside, the monks’ bones lay scattered across the floor. Skulls cracked open. One skeleton had its bony fingers wrapped around another’s throat. They hadn’t died of old age. Something drove them to madness. Maybe it was the curse tied to the treasure we came for.
By Steve Lance5 months ago in Fiction
Thirty Dolls
The storm raged through the night, but morning brought a fragile stillness. The fields lay cloaked in a blanket of heavy snow, stretching over the hills, past the creek, and into the woods. I stood knee-deep, straining to hear the faint tap of hammers from a workshop a few miles away. It was their busy season, but nothing was stirring, not even a mouse.
By Steve Lance5 months ago in Fiction
Secure Channel. Top Story - October 2025.
Audio Version “Hello? Is anyone on this channel?” “This is a secure channel. How did you get access?” “I was searching through some files and found an unencrypted logon/password.”
By Steve Lance6 months ago in Fiction
Specimen Pair 37
Audio Version Oz peered through the one-way mirror, studying the latest specimens. This will be his thirty-seventh and final attempt to get them to mate in captivity. If unsuccessful, the species will be classified as unfit for survival and left to face extinction on its dying planet.
By Steve Lance6 months ago in Fiction
House Odds
Dressed in white, surrounded by bulletproof glass, Hank sits with a 2 by 4 white canvas strategically placed next to his left temple. He scans the audience, each member paying $2500 to watch the evening’s event. The loudspeaker announces that the betting window is closed.
By Steve Lance6 months ago in Fiction
You’re So Vain: Yeah, It Is About Him
Look, you can’t write a song about someone and then claim he is vain because he realizes the song is about him. That’s not vanity. That’s being aware. You drop a three-minute lyrical hit job with enough personal details that a first-year detective could figure out. Then you get mad when he connects the dots? Please. What is he supposed to think?
By Steve Lance6 months ago in Beat
Three Villains
I peered through the keyhole and saw three villains standing on my front porch. Each one looked meaner than the next. The third villain was perhaps the meanest villain I had ever seen. So mean, his mother probably didn’t even like him. Although she claimed she did.
By Steve Lance6 months ago in Fiction
Seek
Elusive and out of reach. The hunt endures all the same. - A simple truth: one plus one equals two. Break each piece and now it’s four.
By Steve Lance6 months ago in Poets
In the Corner . Runner-Up in Haunted Echoes Challenge.
tilts its head and grins the doll whispers through the dark I clutch the sheets tight
By Steve Lance6 months ago in Poets
Colonel Kong
YouTube Audio Version The face staring back at me in the mirror was a stranger’s. It was mine—of course—but not the person I thought I had known. His eyes… my eyes were dull and lifeless. For thirty-odd years, I had looked in this mirror and seen eyes full of energy and anticipation, wondering what the day would bring. But now, I was gazing into dark, hollow pupils, into an abyss of my own making.
By Steve Lance6 months ago in Fiction