Tagged: short story
Fingerprints
“There’s something inside the walls,” Steve whispered. He leaned closer, ear nearly brushing against the faded, salmon wallpaper. So close, he could feel it through the miniscule hairs on his cheek. Breathing slowed to...
The ‘IF’ Factor
Fifteen minutes left. Time was laughing in his face, in autocratic control of the situation. He was subject to the intervals. The sunlight beckoned through the window, but he was afraid to rush to...
Smoking Spectators
Short Story I was with Slick, smoking pot. We were hotboxing my car in the Kroger parking lot. It was dark out, around ten o’clock at night, and we were very high. My...
Where There is Air
Short Story Chris turned the key in the door and held it open as Kelly walked inside. ‘So this is it,’ he announced as he turned on the lights and saw Kelly, a...
This Is a Satire
Short Story A black butterfly fluttered down from above. It was not lazily flying through the sunny park. It sought us out and landed on my knee. “Is that one of them?” Bill excitedly...
Individual Of Concern
Short Story The tiny padded cell was devoid of any furniture except an elongated mirror that consumed one of the walls and a bright lime green button beside the door. In the centre of...
