My Head Is Killing Me
Short Story My head is killing me. I get up from my desk and walk over to the water cooler. It’s 3:00pm and I’m not sure if it’s still Monday or not. I...
Author: S Michael
The Marching Band
Short Story Today is Fat Tuesday. It is the day that marks the holiday, Mardi Gras, which is a traditional Southern Catholic holiday that I still don’t fully understand. It is a big enough...
Empty Tank
Thriller Short Story “Mom, I’m cold.” “I know, buddy. You’re just gonna have to tough it out.” “Are we almost there?” “Almost there.” A young woman and her eight year old son walk...
