Short stories & poems for everyone from everyone
Short Story November 8th, 2015. The Sorrentino’s Apartment. [long pause] Alright. I guess we’re doing this. Why not? It’s been long enough. [pause] Kind of. [pause] I don’t know, there’s really not much to...
My head hurt, my back hurt, my vision clouded by a thousand flashing lights like a constellation invading in broad daylight. I slumped to the ground and sat there among the dirt and the...
At this point the sun had set and Nolan could see that Erica was no longer pleased with being out. Yet Nolan didn’t seem to care about Erica’s comfort level. He instead seemed focused...
Part Four: Retribution The next morning, John Pelham was awoken to the sound of commotion outside his tent. He sat up and couldn’t decide if it was the growing noise outside or the throbbing...
