Talk 7 – Special
Short Story We are back where we started. Where is the bear? He is never late. Maybe his parents are in town. Let’s go upstairs, he will have to catch up. This is...
Short stories & poems for everyone from everyone
Short Story We are back where we started. Where is the bear? He is never late. Maybe his parents are in town. Let’s go upstairs, he will have to catch up. This is...
Short Story “Doctor Lawrence? Why her?” seethed Karen. Doctor Wilson rolled his eyes and went back to checking the charts. “She’s been working on something in the main lab, so she’s our best bet...
Haibun The essays are graded and packed away. Enjoying my newfound freedom, I sit outside. My right arm, shoulder, and pectoral burn in the sun. A Harley sounds. The sugar maple, where I hung...
Serial Fiction We sat without speaking for a time. The restaurant was mostly empty. The only sounds were the clink-clink of cutlery on plates and straws being slurped. These were occasionally punctuated with loud, indeterminate sounds...
Short Story Here is your tea. Let’s get out of this place. How are they. In hell. That low? Yes and blinded. You can’t see well from hell. Yes it’s too low. God sees...
Serial Fantasy The creature sat on the queen’s shoulder and watched her do astonishing and terrible things. When they first left the forest she pulled a silver shard from her wrist that was more...
Poem what is it that you see? a shadow sneaking behind me, trying to hit me in the soul, steal my blood and laugh it is just the black tree top moving on the...
Haibun I’m in fourth grade, and I don’t care that Literature is over. It’s a large picture storybook. Medieval, with dragons and castles and knights. I’m almost done, and I’m going to finish it....
Short Story My senses felt like they were failing, and I was pretty sure that I started screaming. I felt a prick in my arm—Doctor Wilson or Karen must’ve stuck a tube back in....
Short Story I could never stand living with someone like that. But you used to drink a lot. Being drunk is great but dealing with drunks is not. Tell me about it, I dealt with...
Serial Fiction A shadow paced in an alley behind a small apartment somewhere in Canada. His guest was late. This amused the shadow more than anything else; His guest dripped irony where ever he...
Serial Story We didn’t go to Prague. It wasn’t for lack of trying. We were standing at the foot of Big Ben and Prometheus grabbed my arm while holding the stopwatch just as before. Instantly, everything...