Short stories & poems for everyone from everyone
Short Story Tycho made his way from the tram back towards his house. The houses of the residential sector were all dark, long asleep after watching the late night implosion of the wormhole. Tycho...
Short Story In the next few weeks, Tommy had talked to Scarlett a few times, and hung out with all three of them every few days. Greyson told Tommy that Jason had given them...
Short Story Jason pulled out his banjo and said, “After talking to these three kids, I decided to write you a song.” Tommy looked like he had stars in his eyes. “So…” Jason continued,...
Short Story After realizing that his parents were waiting for him at the end of the path, Tommy stopped short. Cash stumbled into him and said,“What’s the hold up, little man?” Tommy, who was too...
Short Story THE TIME I ROBBED A BANK I must’ve been just about 25 at the time, WHOO that was a long time ago. Now, just about that time, I had fallen in with...
Short Story THE TIME I CRASHED A PLANE INTO MEXICO Now, sure as the world is spinnin’, I’m a mountain man at heart. That being stated all truthful and all, a man can’t be expected...
Short Story THE TIME I SAW A UFO This tale begins in a bar, like most good tales, I’d reckon. Well, the rain was coming down thick, and it was thunderin’ like I had...
Short Story ADVENTURE IN MEXICO Ye may well ‘member how I told ye ‘bout the time I crashed a plane down inta Mexico. Well, this here be one o’ the following tales o’ me...
Serial The Butcher didn’t see direct assault fitted this delicate task. If the Brewer said ‘no,’ then what! He wouldn’t be opt to torture him, would he. ‘I am on your side and...
Short Story In which the baffling buffoonery of the Boonesvillian banditos begins Hiding in an alley across the street from Gitcha Goods, peeking around the corner, crouching in the darkness, and generally exhibiting shifty...
Contemporary Short Fiction Regarding our heroes stay in the little shack Months passed but the washcloths never did. As the sky warped from a drizzling gray to a sunny blue, it was unaware of...
Serial Fiction During which Boris is interrupted by and retaliates against libelers Pot smoke swam between the brick walls of the alley as the wind played with it, possibly a little high itself. A...
