My Dearly Departed
Fool me once.. shame on you The aroma of my bleach pine sol cocktail overtook me as I finally plopped down to watch my novellas after a long day of wor-.. housekeeping. Hair tied,...
Short stories & poems for everyone from everyone
Fool me once.. shame on you The aroma of my bleach pine sol cocktail overtook me as I finally plopped down to watch my novellas after a long day of wor-.. housekeeping. Hair tied,...
Short Story Roger sat on a stone near his bridge looking intently at the lackadaisical water. Inside were some trout, fat ones swimming upstream with modest determination. Roger was large and it took...
Short Story John trudged in the knee high waters in the flooded streets of the peninsula. Walking towards what he thought was the inland. He’d decided to ride out the storm and was...
Fantasy Short Story I found myself standing within a small, circular room, about two metres in height. My head ached and I was unaware of how I got to be there, so I...
Short Story “Seems horribly cliché,” I said. “What does?” asked Prometheus. He seemed offended. “The Greek God of time living in the most famous clock tower in the world — even I could’ve thought of...
Short Story It was a beautiful day! Mr. Stark Salestone and his family were taking a trip in their car. The gleaming red car was a spacious one, accommodating comfortably all the five of...
The old damp house dripping wet and sagging from the rain loomed ahead on the hill. The two boys stood in front of the gate paralyzed. “Come on, don’t be such a wuss,” said...
Short Story Winston stopped and turned to the three new correctional officers. “Alright guys, that concludes orientation. Your lunch is at noon, and you’re on your own now.” The three young men looked...
Serial Mystery continued from part one Chapter 4 It was at least another hour-and-a-half before any of the other guests arrived. Seth had been puttering around the house mostly waiting for their inevitable arrival:...
Short Story Fred Ferkel’s eyes thrust open to a dim-lit bedroom. He let them focus for a moment on the spinning ceiling fan and then carefully slithered out from the covers like a legless...
Short Story It was one story. A porch out front with an awning. Buried deep in on of the forgotten parts of L.A. The lawn was unkempt, the paint peeling from the walls, the...