Author: Tyler Clifton

introspective fiction 0

Claw Marks

Short Story   You always remember the first time you did something. Even years later. It’ll be something small, meaningless-but then you’ll go back for a split second to the exact moment whatever it...

fate fiction 0

Dates and Times

Short Story I leave for work everyday at 7:45. It’s four and a half blocks away. I always arrive at 8:15, which gives me fifteen minutes to get settled. At 7:56 everyday, I see...

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For Closure

Short Story The fireworks went off every year about ten blocks away from our house. None of the neighborhood was too tall, so we could watch them from our windows. Dad said we couldn’t...

short family story 1

Grandma Clifton

Family Story   When I was younger, my grandma took my brother and I to a lot of movies. It was good bonding time, and we would all hangout at her house before and...

short story about halloween 0

Halloween

Short Story   In fifth grade we had a Halloween costume contest at school. I had the best costume. My mom, brother, and I always went to Goodwill to get the actual costume parts,...

long distance fiction 0

First Friend

Letter   Dear Zachary,   Sorry I haven’t written in a while, it’s been a busy few months. The move went well, but I do regret choosing Times Square. Every time we visited, it...

role model fiction 1

Hannah

Short Story I used to send letters to celebrities. I asked them how they were doing, and if they were excited about any projects they had coming up. They would send back polite answers...

coming of age fiction 0

Snowman

Flash Fiction His bead eyes look at me, and in them I see my own. He’s my best friend, there since I was born. He loves to tell jokes and I love to laugh....

fiction about old age 0

The Curtain Dances

Short Story   I’m sick of the clock ticking. It echoes through the halls at night when it’s dead silent. Peacefulness interrupted by ticks and tocks and struggles for breath from next door. Those...

fiction about abuse 0

The Furnace Room

Short Story   I pass by the same tree everyday. An empty field about a mile back from my house surrounds it. I always take the back way so no one sees me leaving for...

violence fiction 0

Architecture

Short Story   They pushed me into the lockers and onto the ground. Derek and Burton ripped my clothes off and had everyone whip me with their belts. With every whip I was called...

juvenile crime fiction 1

Rodney, Everyone Else, and Paul

Short Story   I had just shifted into third gear when a red goblin walked in front of my car. I should have expected it or have been more careful, goblins are known for...