The Janitor
Short Story About Identity The janitor was always depressed and cynical. This was nothing new. The monotony of his occupation had left him numb, but he had no complaints. The anxiety he used to...
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Short Story About Identity The janitor was always depressed and cynical. This was nothing new. The monotony of his occupation had left him numb, but he had no complaints. The anxiety he used to...
Funny Short Story for Kids Miss Trabamentes’ second grade students filed into the classroom like vegan zombies. Thanksgiving Break had stuffed them full, and all they wanted was to rest their heads on their...
Short Story About Decision Making Katie’s room had never had the lace, dolls, or pink accoutrements of a typical girl’s room, not even when she was little. She had never asked for those things,...
Short Story About Animals The Tiger was not impressed with the Squid’s rhetorics. It had seen enough hardship to know that rhetorics were just an exercise for the mouth. The Tiger liked to move...
Short Story About Friendship I once knew a girl that painted the most realistic eyes onto the backs of snail shells. Willow was her name and she was by far absolutely brilliant at it....
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...
Short Story About Decision Making for Kids Tommy was still feeling a little uneasy about hanging out with the three teens. They seemed nice enough, but he just remembered how his parents always told...
Short Story About School Locker 138 is the place where I met the best girlfriend I ever had and where I broke up with her. It’s also where I made about $300 off of...
Short Story Bedtime Stories for Kids The ant colony was growing so large and strong that the giants that ruled the ship started noticing it more often and losses of hundreds of worker ants...
Short Story About Depression Rachel Steep, currently seated in a hunter’s green armchair across a mahogany table from her student, normally stands a full foot taller than the neurochem-wunderkind Irwin Twimble; granted this doesn’t...
Apocalyptic Short Story My breathing became labored as chilled air pulled through the damp cloth covering my face. It was a formality, as most doctors knew; a small comfort for the dying. Those entering...