Short stories & poems for everyone from everyone
Serial Fiction ‘Oh, one more thing. They don’t use their real names here. Instead they choose a famous composer or such and they go by one name.’ Archibald whispered in his ear. ‘They’ll label...
Serial Fiction He slowly grew to despise the pleasures of the flesh. He had always hated people. He considered this his greatest strength because he stayed away from them and that gave him time...
Serial Fiction ‘Sixty three.’ Archibald went on. ‘The population of this blissful town. I know everyone by name and they are all wonderful well- mannered folk. Some were born here, some paid for the...
Serial Fiction The Brewer was building on a steady progress. He felt like he was inside a cheesecake, soft and creamy all around. He dosed off. He was sitting in his first grade...
Serial Fiction If I am fine it is because you were my editor. No, love was your editor. I could have done a better job at making you happy. You were perfect. Says my...
Serial Fiction They seem hungry. They are always hungry. Yesterday I fed them two feet of salami and their bellies were about to burst. When they smell food they are your kindest friends. The...
Serial Fiction So how is he? Why don’t you white folks enjoy the ride for once and let the news show itself when its needed? Why do you always want to know the future?...
Serial Fiction All tooth brushes have unique sorties. Some are simple. They are made, bought, used twice a day until all their hairs fall off and are then discarded. Some are complicated. Some are...
Serial Fiction On my bookshelf I have some books, not a lot. I have a collection of records, a Buddha statue with an incense burner, a couple bottles of wine – gifts, good...
Short Story Speaking of caves and whiskey, I can’t wait to go hiking again and retrieve that bottle of whiskey we hid in the cave last time. Me neither, it’ll be great. Yes,...
Short Story But I think we are overstaying our welcome. I invite everyone upstairs. We still have half a bottle of whiskey and some roasted almonds. You’re fine. I don’t get many visitors...
Short Story Where does that door lead? To the neighboring building’s back yard. They also have a garden? No, they have a barbecue and plastic chairs. Meat eaters. Like most of the world. But...
