Sneaking Away – Part Three
Contemporary Fiction Maisee died before her parents even made it to the hospital. An acute lung infection that had been misdiagnosed as asthma. There had been a fluid build up and it was too...
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Contemporary Fiction Maisee died before her parents even made it to the hospital. An acute lung infection that had been misdiagnosed as asthma. There had been a fluid build up and it was too...
Serial Novel After the pig slaughter the Butcher picks some of the best cuts and cooks them the same day with onions in the pan. Wine is customary. In his case the bitter chemicals...
Serial Fiction The train sped through the orange desert, billowing dust in its wake. Sunlight gleamed off the metal exterior and the shimmering heat of the American expanse surrounded it. Sat inside one of...
American Period Short Stories continued from part two I spent a long time discussing my grandmother and the life she led. My mother and Marianna didn’t get along at all until my mother left...
Short Story The cool, damp, air of early spring pulled heavily into friar John’s labored breaths. His legs grew weary, yet there was a unyielding passion that kept him upright. How many days...
Serial Short Story What he discovered was unsettling to say the least. It wasn’t a lengthy gash, by any means — but it was substantial. Yet, it wasn’t the size of the injury...
Modern Fable “What sort of things would you say to yourself?” She smiled wryly. She’d been aware of her inner monologue for so long that it was like remembering the meeting of an...
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...
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 “Comparison is the thief of joy.” The rough-rider’s words echoed quietly in Nathan’s psyche as he stared, motionless, into the cold emptiness of his place of business, nestled within the confines...
One week later, Mr. McCullers went on his murderous rampage. An inspector came by Harold’s house. “Well, it turns out that you were the last people to have ever spoken to them,” he said....
Entry 2 I just don’t feel comfortable enough sharing with anyone what Nolan has just told me. The past few days he has been behaving in such a strange manner. I never felt that...