Cups with Coriander: The Beans
Serial Short Story Hospital coffee is perhaps one of the most repugnant liquids ever concocted. It makes no endeavor to soothe the nerves of waiting families and friends; nor does it offer succor...
Short stories & poems for everyone from everyone
Serial Short Story Hospital coffee is perhaps one of the most repugnant liquids ever concocted. It makes no endeavor to soothe the nerves of waiting families and friends; nor does it offer succor...
“I think we need to talk, Charles.” Valerie said, getting up from her seat by the window, she gave her husband a look that Kevin couldn’t quite decipher. Kevin was left sitting on the...
Short Satire The boy grabbed his sled. The blizzard was coming. He writhed into his Long Johns. He wriggled into his snowpants. He was so excited, he put his ski goggles on upside down....
Short Story Claude walked along the banks of the Siene. His breath clouded in front of his face, ghosts in the early twilight. His gloved hands gripped the banister. His eyes found Notre Dame,...
A few years later, after I joined the army and had gone to Vietnam a boy and then returned home a broken man, I made a trip to Lake Michigan. Jim T. had been...
A soft, stale pocket of perfectly-conditioned air greeted Nathan’s poorly-shaven face as he leaned on the cold doors of the Brower County Mall, relying entirely on the weight of his body to conjure the...
Serial Fiction Novel The journey back was quiet. The Baker was busy thinking how he was going to reencounter his family and wife to be. From the capital of Andorra on they had a...
Entry 5 (Continued) And when he entered his room I was lying on his bed without anything but my underwear on. I knew that it was risky exposing that I had entered his place...
Short Fiction Dear Jerry, The first time I saw you was in the late hours of the night. It was quick a first. Just a flutter. I convinced myself it was the streetlights....
“That’s exactly what they want you to believe, they’ve brainwashed you, mum.” “I won’t listen to any more of this nonsense, if you carry on you can go to your room”, Valerie said. “I’m...
Serial Fiction Novel The Baker nodded agreeably and proceeded to capture his companion with his fair wit. ‘The only thing I have ever loved is a metaphor, a graphic image of otherwise unexplainable feeling.’...
The flame of the alcohol burner lapped at the base of the round bottom flask. The contents inside were bubbling, the steam rising to a glass pipe that led to a tangled web of...