Sand – Part Six
Short Story I think I heard something pop, but I can’t be sure. Like, somewhere in the back of my mind, I could hear a squishy membrane just split from sheer pressure. It’s not...
Category: Short Stories
Animal Dilemmas – Catfish Catfish
Short Story The Catfish dove in the deep waters to take a nap while digesting the Swan. It curled in its cavern and closed its eyes. The river swirled slowly in the the deep...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Nine
Short Story Mercifully, thankfully, as an immaculate gift from on high, Jennifer was given the next day off. Her plans fell apart soon after she woke up around three in the afternoon, but she...
Rachel’s First Christmas
Short Story ‘Oh my God! I think he’s dead!’ Someone screeched from the crowd. ‘Call an ambulance!’ Rachel was on the ground, pinned under the man like doll; her limbs were outstretched and...
The Red Butterfly, Part Four – Just An American Fantasy
Short Story The music faded and the lights dimmed. “Ahora vamos,” said Pablo as two men stepped on stage from behind heavy curtains. They were both trim and dressed in black. One man was just...
Sand – Part Five
Serial Fiction “Yeah.” Maddy said. “I’m sorry.” “I know you are.” I twitched a little at that one. It’s something a teacher would say. Sure, they know you’re sorry, but you still aren’t getting...
Time for Us
Short Story John spoke with his back to Danny, but met his eyes in the mirror. “I don’t want to play the hits, I want to play what I want to play. Jesus it’s been...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Eight
Short Story “Bathroom,” Jennifer quipped, jabbing a finger in its direction. “Gonna go. Real quick. Okay?” Alex looked around awkwardly. “You… You don’t need to ask permission. You can just go.” “Yeah. Right. I...
Sand – Part Four
Serial Fiction I clocked out about ten minutes after I clocked in. Maddy and me tried to keep conversation, but the air was a little to heavy for that. We mostly just rode the...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Seven
Short Story Alex emerged from the bathroom at just the right time, drying his hands on his apron. Wendy and Jennifer broke their conversation and turned their backs on one another. He stopped in...
The Red Butterfly, Part Three – That Is Why You Are Here
Short Story I sat at a table to the right of the stage. From this angle, nothing is hidden from view. That is, nothing that mattered to me. The audience members who face the...
Sand – Part Three
Serial Fiction Madeline and I have been friends since middle school, sometimes more and sometimes less. After my discharge, I spent more than a few months drifting around Chicago, getting drunk when I felt...
