A Dose of Big Mike – Part Three
Short Story We were in Mike’s kitchen drinking whiskey. He was wearing basketball shorts over his nicest long johns. He put his drink on the counter, pulled his shorts down, turned around, bent...
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Short Story We were in Mike’s kitchen drinking whiskey. He was wearing basketball shorts over his nicest long johns. He put his drink on the counter, pulled his shorts down, turned around, bent...
Short Story The first few weeks were like a dream. I felt more energetic, could stay awake longer, and was overall happier. It was almost as if I was living in my own little...
Short Story It’s clear to me now that I was not a normal child. Like my peers, I enjoyed watching TV and playing with toys but there was something oddly unique to me...
Short Story I make it my business to know what goes on in this forest. None of the other lumbering beasts have any desire to pay attention, to watch. But my pursuits are a...
Esoteric Short Story I shook the outstretched hand of Prometheus. “Do I still call you Pete?” I asked. “If you like,” said Prometheus. He smiled that massive smile again.”Does this mean you’ll hear what...
Short Story Nobody is happy! Especially your friend. You are wrong. Well nobody is happy all the time. It comes and goes, mostly goes. Like this guy, look at him. Who? The guy trying to...
Serial Story It was a Friday. I got off work early and called Big Mike. He said he was at Riley’s house. Riley was out of town so Mike was staying there overnight...
I scribble some words onto my hand as she practices a cantata from Après un rêve in her bedroom. “Who’s there?” She calls out. I put the pen and paper into my pocket and...
Short Story “Pete,” he said, and stuck out a hand. He was smiling one of the biggest smiles a person can smile. “Bill,” I said, taking his hand. I cocked an eyebrow. “Pete who?” He held...
Short Story I waited as long as my dignity would allow. Cori usually ran a few minutes behind, but an hour was extreme, and her neglecting to respond to my texts made me...