You Were Born Of… – Part Five
Free Verse Story When I died, I mean when they killed me, there were no bright tunnel lights, no singing angels sitting on fluffy clouds strumping harps, no rough necked thugs, no heaven and...
Category: Short Stories
The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part Three – The Butcher 6
Serial Fiction Novel Because of his fast mouth and his intimate connections with one of the most powerful families in the industry, the Butcher’s opinion soon became to matter. He could tell people...
Lame-O-Tard – Part Two
Short Story Scowl-face stifled a laugh as I pushed past her and out the door, whose bells jingled cheerily and ruined my exit. I opened the car door and my mouth to explain...
You Were Born Of… – Part Four
Gangland Stories While intently listening to them cheer and brag about their heinous deeds, my right foot fell asleep and slipped off the stall door, making a loud noise. Instantly, the Decepticons or...
What Are You Afraid Of? – Part Five
Serial Fiction “That’s creepy.” Maura thought the same thing. Well, actually, at first she thought that she was crazy. But then she realized that the ‘incident’ was so in keeping with the rest...
The Tramp – Part Two
Dystopian Short Stories Trent Coy was a man of 20 by the time the Tramp came knocking on his door. The young man had worked hard and fast. He already was married and had...
You Were Born Of… – Part Three
Serial Story Running, running, running, bile rising at my throat’s base, I paused to panNJt with my friends. Genises’ finger pointed out the running, screaming, scattering people. They were ducking and wildly fleeing,...
Forgotten Dreams – Part II
Short Story My fingers touched the old door, and I pushed. It swayed open with a long creak, breaking the silence, sighing after finally being opened once again. The dusty light from the...
The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part Three – The Butcher 4
Serial Fiction Novel They became best mates. The more comfortable she got with him the more she stuffed her soul with corruption and sunk into the bottomless pit of vodka. Even with his help...
The Glass Room and the Mirror
Short Story Tom was killed a year and three days ago. We didn’t do anything for the anniversary, at least I didn’t. His family probably did. We were at a party and he...
The Malevolent One – Part Three
Serial Fiction Story Joe’s father was a man who excreted elegance; he was the type of person that one would believe leapt out of a militaristic myth and into the real world. Joe’s dad...
Blessed Light of Day – Part Three
Serial Fiction Story Water flowed over me as I lay in the pool. Drinking it up, I quenched the dryness in my throat and felt energy returning to my fragile body. My mind calmed,...
