Talk 17 – Non-Stop
Short Story Flower lady, there’s a gypsy at the door for you. Let him in the building. Thanks, have a good evening. Is that her husband? Don’t be rude. He’s not. That’s his errand...
Short stories & poems for everyone from everyone
Short Story Flower lady, there’s a gypsy at the door for you. Let him in the building. Thanks, have a good evening. Is that her husband? Don’t be rude. He’s not. That’s his errand...
Short Story He was named Anton. Not after anyone in his family. His kin started in the fires of war and peace that ravaged Eastern Europe. His grandfather fled to the New World. He...
Serial Fiction Reality was incarnated into a modern black and white photograph. A wrinkled old man holding a cigarette, wavy gray hair, thoughtful eyes. Wearing the same shoes for the past ten years. The...
Short Story ‘Our choices have been made for us by our drunk parents.’ Said Archibald casually. Anton’s scattered mind visibly focused on that thought and his mentor’s eyebrows. He was born dry-mouthed. ‘Do not...
Serial Novel The father and husband who traditionally must be the last line of defense wasn’t. Instead of lending a warm hand and some of his time he saw the situation as an opportunity...
Short Story It’s good, rather brilliant. You think so? It’s logical. I thought you would bring the coffee. I do. And now you are in our conversation. What I can’t have an opinion? You can,...
Short Story How are your parents, bear? They’re understanding as usual. They understand each other and they understand you, right? And they understand the world. You could say that. Why do you ask? They...
Short Story I want to light a cigarette. I thought you quit. I did. Are you two fighting again. It’s not exactly fighting. I know, it’s grinding. Growth has slowed down and you do the...
Serial Fiction ‘Keeping my sanity. I see. I see. I see. I think that I see. But! I don’t see. I see. I see. I see. I see. I don’t see. I see....
Crime Novels Upon entering darkness a light clicked on, illuminating a sturdy metal door. A high-pitched metallic sound broke the silence. The door was being unlatched. Another clerk appeared holding a gas lantern. ‘This...
Short Story You want another coffee? Yes. Two more coffees then please. Make mine long. Mine too. So two long? Americanos? No, not that long. Two regular long? Yes. What was I saying, ah...
Serial Fiction He kept after York with more vigor and enthusiasm after he started seeing through his many masks. York noticed his change of spirit and appreciated it. He shared his opinion that there were...