It’s Still Snowing
Short Stories I wake up as I usually do: hitting the snooze button at least four times, groaning as I roll over to quell the infernal blare of trumpets that compose my morning...
Short stories & poems for everyone from everyone
Short Stories I wake up as I usually do: hitting the snooze button at least four times, groaning as I roll over to quell the infernal blare of trumpets that compose my morning...
Short Story “Is there a way you could avoid triggers?” She had to admit, that sometimes…she could. For example, scary movies, even the lamest kind, dropped silently into her bloodstream like food color...
Fiction Novel “Hello.” Hudson said into the phone. “Who am I speaking to?” There was a brief pause. “What?” Hudson said, looking confused and mildly annoyed. “Okay. To whom am I…” There was another...
Serialized Storytelling I looked down the narrow shaft and already dreaded the journey ahead. A gentle wind whistled through the holes and passages below, and the moonlight only penetrated through a few surface-level...
Short Story He was cold as he always was and starving in the only way he knew how. He had dwindling supplies so the next few days would be rough as his body...
Narrative Poem Rebecca Nurse was 71 year old when she swung from a clever, Puritan noose. Originally from Yarmouth, England both she and her husband, Francis Nurse rented to own their lush 300-acre...
Serial Short Story ‘Can we go this way?’ One of them said. ‘There is nowhere to go. It’s only this path I made this morning.’ He pointed to the straight shovel sticking out from...
Short Story After defeating and chasing away the Crocodile, the hyenas were ecstatic. They spend two days camping around the Zebra’s corpse until they licked away every last drop of dried blood from its...
Period Short Stories Irony is a funny thing. My mother’s mother, Marianna Chapman Landrum, was born on January 16, 1923, in Fort Leavenworth, Kansas. Her name came from both of her grandmothers: Mary...
Science Fiction Jopp had only been a half hour late arriving at Dispatch. “How’s it you is always late to report in, but your shipments always arrives early?” The Station Boss, a being with...
Serial Fiction Novel “It’s Dale”, came a faint voice from the other side. Kevin opened it and took a step back as Dale tumbled in like cement bags being tipped from a wheelbarrow. He...
Short Story The Crocodile killed one of the Zebras and ate like it has never before in its life. The fresh meat tasted better than anything aided by the feeling of victory over its fears...