Irony and My Grandmother – Part One
Period Short Stories Irony is a funny thing. My mother’s mother, Marianna Chapman Landrum, was born on January 16, 1923, in Fort Leavenworth, Kansas. Her name came from both of her grandmothers: Mary...
Short stories & poems for everyone from everyone
Period Short Stories Irony is a funny thing. My mother’s mother, Marianna Chapman Landrum, was born on January 16, 1923, in Fort Leavenworth, Kansas. Her name came from both of her grandmothers: Mary...
Travel Story I got off the elevator and hurried into the lobby and out the front door of the hotel. I walked down to the end of the block, past the cigarette store...
Contemporary Story W.O.R.S.T F.L.I.G.H.T.: Nope, that’s not an abbreviation, just an emphasis of how bad my worst flight EVER really was. My worst flight occurred when I was leaving Australia after having lived...
Short Travel Stories Two specific flights stand out to me as the single best and single worst traveling experiences that I have ever had. BEST FLIGHT: I had planned an “LA-over” en route...
continued from part one Two summers ago, I was headed to Berlin and Prague on one of my many adventures and asked my Facebook friends if they had connections in Germany or Czech Republic....
“Oh my god- I love you!” That was the first thing I can remember Sorah Lee ever saying to me. I’m pretty sure it was immediately after handing her a shot of something delicious...
Part Four: Retribution The next morning, John Pelham was awoken to the sound of commotion outside his tent. He sat up and couldn’t decide if it was the growing noise outside or the throbbing...
Part Two – Hitler’s Reign of Terror By the time my grandfather arrived in Colorado, he had heard about Adolf Hitler for years at this point in the news, and more recently, as a part of...
I was never meant to work in a theme park. Ever. I got my first job the summer after I turned 16. I was working at Six Flags Mid America, located just outside of...
A friend of mine, Bernardo Peńa, died suddenly and without warning around Labor Day weekend 2012. I hadn’t seen my friend Bernardo in over a year and thus didn’t know what a few friends...
I carried Happy Feet to my car as he just chilled out in the box, enjoying the ride. I even kept the flaps to the box open in case HF was feeling randy and...