Finding Wobbly Doll
Historical Fiction “It’s them Bolsheviks,” Gertrude Delaney overheard a policeman say as he read the New York Times. “They want another bloody revolution.” She bowed her head guiltily when he caught her staring, and...
Short stories & poems for everyone from everyone
Historical Fiction “It’s them Bolsheviks,” Gertrude Delaney overheard a policeman say as he read the New York Times. “They want another bloody revolution.” She bowed her head guiltily when he caught her staring, and...
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....
Haibun We take our first hike of this season on the Pine Meadow trail. Soon, we diverge onto the yellow-marked trail at the first junction. The clouds of early morning break apart. The sun...
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...
You don’t have to say it, okay? We do understand you adore France maybe even more than we do, and in that manner – it doesn’t surprise you’d love to visit it (more than...
Haibun She intended to be early. I intended to repair the loose pavers. Neither of us realized our intentions. Which one of us will hear about our respective failure first? a car door’s slam...
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...
Short Story The creature was born into the world by an exhale. Before, it was nothing. Then a human died in some other place and their last breath turned into the creature. Suddenly, It became....
Haibun Quarter to three in the morning. Clouds roll in — blocking the moon. I had set the alarm to wake me at eight minutes past three. My plan was to wake Frankie, so...