The Lighthouse
I woke with the dawn that morning. The sunlight fell in through the window and it was moments before I realized where I was. The bed was as hard as frozen hay beneath me....
Category: Short Stories About Life
The Boy Who Cried Bacon
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...
Life Appreciated
Short Story The smile on Maggie’s eight-year-old face always breaks my heart on court days. Single mom-ing hasn’t been too bad and her dad and I even keep it pretty civil. I just...
Frank’s Screwdriver
Short Story Part I I’ve always felt like I could have had a very successful and happy life had I learned a trade. In the wake of the industrial revolution, families were no...
River of Rats, Part One – Clichy-sous-Bois
Short Story It was early summer when Joanna and I arrived in Paris. The spring rains had just cleared and left behind a reflective sheen on the old cobblestones. Everything had a sort of misty...
The Mondays
Short Story I was told I was dying on a Monday morning. Mondays are usually just a lame excuse to be grumpy or bitchy, but I think I had a legitimate excuse to have...
Saturday Afternoon
Short Story The woman came by each Saturday afternoon with a record player and a considerable stack of records. The hands that dropped them into place were heavily veined and thick with age, shaking...
The Red Butterfly, Part One – El Americano
Short Story I stood on the bank of the Manzanares, smoked a cigarette, and pissed into the river. The Manzanares was like a stream of urine on a hot summer sidewalk. I had made...
My Head Is Killing Me
Short Story My head is killing me. I get up from my desk and walk over to the water cooler. It’s 3:00pm and I’m not sure if it’s still Monday or not. I...
Death Wish
Short Story 1. The 27th Birthday- Back then, everything was fine. Good days have a way of burning themselves deep in our memory, and then itching like a bitch every time it hurts later....
