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...
Category: Short Stories for Adults
The Traveller
Short Story He had gone to Italy to run away— to hide amongst the rolling hills and the chipped worn yellow buildings that dotted them. Everything back home had begun to stink too much...
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...
A Second Date for Sheena
Short Story ‘Get the nipple clamps!’ He shouted as he strained against the handcuffs, something popped inside the mattress. ‘Shit, Brad, don’t break the bed. Where are these…these nipple clamps anyway?’ Sheena teetered over...
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...
Superstition
Short Story My wristwatch was stuck at half past two, even though the morning sun indicated otherwise. Most people would get a battery, reset the time and move on with their day. But...
Coasting – Part One
Short Story Milly: “I gotta take the bus home.” Von: “Okay.” Milly: “So I need two-fifty.” Von: “Where’s your bus pass?” Milly: “I don’t have it.” Von: “I know, but where is it?” Milly:...
The Handprint
Short Story A wave of tiredness flowed over John as he stepped through the front door of his apartment. Travelling for three months straight really was exhausting, but he hadn’t felt it until...
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....
Small Talk 1 – Babel
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...
Donnanatrix
Short Story Donna eyed her fork thoughtfully as she rolled her tongue around in her mouth, pushing the prawn she was masticating into the right side of her mouth before swallowing. She was satisfied with...
