Tell Us About It
Short Story I was fourteen-years-old and had just started high-school when I got a part in the school musical. Everyone knows that Mrs. McNulty never gives parts to freshman, but I got one,...
Author: Lee Anne Hill
A Real Standup Girl
Short Story Brenda’s heart pounded in her chest and she could hear the pulse in her ears. Inhaling through her nose and exhaling through her mouth, which was set in a perfect O, she...
The New Addition
Short Story About Family ‘But where did you get it, mom?’ Beverly continued to unpack her bags slowly and methodically, like she usually did. She pulled out a melon and placed it on the...
A Second Date for Sheena
Short Story ‘Get the nipple clamps!’ He shouted as he strained against the handcuffs, something popped inside the mattress. ‘Shit, Brad, don’t break the bed. Where are these…these nipple clamps anyway?’ Sheena teetered over...
In the Shower
Short Story Bill was in the shower. This time of the morning was his scheduled time and it was also his favourite time of the day. There, in his tiled palace, he was...
What’s Mine is Yours – Part One
Short Story The sound of the doorbell made Martina jump. She’d been staring expressionlessly at the parade of faces on the screen trying to peddle her everything from knock-off jewellery to Viagra since 4am....
Butterfly Words
Short Family Stories Gretchen’s eyebrows knitted together as she pushed against the wheels of her chair. Things that used to be easy weren’t so easy anymore. As she approached her dressing table a face...
Where There is Air
Short Story Chris turned the key in the door and held it open as Kelly walked inside. ‘So this is it,’ he announced as he turned on the lights and saw Kelly, a...
My Mother’s Body
Family Fiction I came from my mother’s body. Not quickly, not easily, but violently. I punched the air and tore holes in the room with my vengeful war cry and trembling limbs. Covered...
Clickity-Clack
Women want to be kissed. They want romance. At least they think they do until you give it to them and then they stop wanting it, wanting you. It’s about the hunt. Always has...
Donnanatrix
Short Story Donna eyed her fork thoughtfully as she rolled her tongue around in her mouth, pushing the prawn she was masticating into the right side of her mouth before swallowing. She was satisfied with...
