American Rain
I sat there for a moment, feeling the support of the two tiny legs of the red stool. Before that day, I’d never been relegated to the corner. It’s not that I was a...
Short stories & poems for everyone from everyone
I sat there for a moment, feeling the support of the two tiny legs of the red stool. Before that day, I’d never been relegated to the corner. It’s not that I was a...
“The revolution will not be televised.” Kevin said, “No one ever said anything about it not being broadcast on the radio. Think about it, it’s the perfect medium. No one needs to know who...
Serial Fiction Novel ‘I will not piss on top of the potatoes.’ He smiled ‘I certainly hope so.’ He grinned, chewing on a piece of dried meat. ‘Only the goal matters. Focus on the...
At this point it was nearly 10pm and although a part of Erica wanted to just go for it, something about going through with it made her hesitate. Yet after reminding herself that she...
Part Two – Hitler’s Reign of Terror By the time my grandfather arrived in Colorado, he had heard about Adolf Hitler for years at this point in the news, and more recently, as a part of...
Serial Story I waited for Ethan to collect himself. He ran a hand over his head, pushed his hair back and exhaled heavily. That look was unmistakable; there was only one person I...
Alex sat waiting in the front room, what he was waiting for hadn’t been made entirely clear. Kevin had been upstairs all day, but had asked him to be in. At seven thirty, almost...
Serial Fiction Novel It seemed that all he needed was a little smoke to balance his mind and channel its energy. His heart and mind’s eye were guiding him without his social self as...
Short Story The Bat was fully aware that it has just fought its last battle. Its legs were broken and its wings tired. With the little strength it had left, it adjusted its body...
Flash Fiction 10:00 am. Anna’s Christmas Shut In 2014 is off to a perfect start. Sweats, nutella out of the jar and Home Alone 2. Serenity! 10:03 am. This Kevin kid knows how...
Up until a week ago Erica had figured that all of the exciting times of her youth had been memories, so far detached that she could barely see them as her own. For the...
Short Ghost Stories For lack of anything better to do, he “stepped” back in to his apartment. It took a couple of tries, which involved winding up halfway through a brick wall, standing about...