Short stories & poems for everyone from everyone
Serial Fiction Suddenly the great hall lit up with fiery splendor. That was the last beautiful woman he saw in his time. For in hell there were no beauties. (Don’t get me wrong most...
Serial Fiction With doubt and uncertainty brewing inside him a gazer of rage manifested itself to the world. He grabbed a random bottle full of blue liquid and threw it fiercely on the wall....
Serial Fiction The more he listened the closer he got to the conclusion that there was nothing that could be done to fix it. It was not fixable. That was one of the...
He woke up seven minutes past midday. Well rested but a bit thoughtful. The euphoric reaction in his head had faded leaving a gap, a vacant space in his mind in need of filling....
It was quite a work out carrying all the eighty-five pieces. He had calculated one extra in the batch of paintings for a special threat. He could not wait to leave the storage. He...
Serial Fiction The Brewer liked to think that he was not represented in this mélange of social craziness. He liked to think that he was a completely different kind of animal. A puma...
Serial Fiction The Brewer’s thoughts were calm and steady humming with the voice of pleasure. He spent the next few hours going over hundreds of vans-for-sale ads. He picked the three most promising...
Serial Fiction After her multiple obtrusive phone calls went unanswered for several days, She was filled with ecstatic tonic combination of love and hate. She radiated it so extrovertly that people would step...
Serial Fiction Me. The Narrator. I am just a humble old bottle of scotch with a few abstract ideas. I grew to desire to have thick shadow, like men. Not the transparent light...
Serial Fiction The electrifying feeling of invincibility when holding the crowd’s attention with a tight grip. What’s not to like. ‘How old was the man playing the piano?’ Someone inquired into the fabric...
Serial Fiction These dirty streets inhaled millions of tourists only to exhale them back into the good warm world. They could go down on their list now and recharge their cameras. More pictures,...
Serial Fiction One last frivolous history of myself, your humble narrator, before I focus entirely on the Brewer. It started with an old man. His hair and beard were evenly grey. His eyes...
