The Mondays
Short Story I was told I was dying on a Monday morning. Mondays are usually just a lame excuse to be grumpy or bitchy, but I think I had a legitimate excuse to have...
Short stories & poems for everyone from everyone
Short Story I was told I was dying on a Monday morning. Mondays are usually just a lame excuse to be grumpy or bitchy, but I think I had a legitimate excuse to have...
Short Story The woman came by each Saturday afternoon with a record player and a considerable stack of records. The hands that dropped them into place were heavily veined and thick with age, shaking...
Short Story Air flooded into my lungs in a shuddering gasp, the silence blinding me. No. No. No. “Eric, is everything all right?” The teacher was walking toward me in slow motion, but I was...
Short Story The Pangolin was not glad it had to compromise but it disliked argument almost as much as physical confrontations. Its near death encounters with pythons and one with giants that it was...
Short Story For a first time in its life the Penguin felt tired. And it somehow knew that that is not temporary fatigue. The bulb was one thing but it merely served as an...