Future Faux Pas
Short Story David exited his car and shut the door. He grabbed his briefcase, hit the lock button, and began to climb the stairs to his apartment. As he was nearing the top, his...
Category: Short Stories
The Red Butterfly, Part Twelve – Chip
Short Story The man I knew as my father was an airplane mechanic with Boeing named Charleston-but everyone called him Chip. He was tall and paunchy and bald, with a perfect ring of black...
Coasting – Part Six
Short Story He turned his head so quickly back to her that he almost tweaked a nerve. He thought the haymaker had already been delivered. Von: “Do you mean…” Milly picked at her nails for...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Twenty One
Short Story He crossed over to his computer chair and dropped into it heavily, kicking up dust from the cushion. Jennifer tried again to wrestle up to her feet, but was still pinned to the...
Where the F**k Is the Pizza?
Short Story I woke up abruptly gasping for breath. My heart raced as I tried to decide whether I was more frightened or confused. I decided I was unsure, stood up, and without...
Coasting – Part Five
Short Story Milly: “Von?” Von grunted and breathed with rising inflection. Milly: “Von, I-“ Von: “Yes?” Milly couldn’t speak, and she soon found herself removing Von’s pants, lowering her head and diving in. She was...
Coasting – Part Four
Short Story Von, fully reclined in his favorite chair and sufficiently drunk, cleared his throat as he continued to hum a song stuck in his head from the drive home. His Saturday-night-car-singing-A-game voice had...
House Party – Part Two
Short Story Under Cheri’s hand bas relief sculptures were carved into the wall. The shapes frightened her, conjuring thoughts that disturbed her and images that terrified. She paused, trying to see what was carved...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Twenty
Short Story “You turned a man into a living torch,” Jennifer growled. “You butcher these people and don’t even let them keep their dignity by staying dead. If you call that living, then I want...
The Work Week
Short Story A storming freight train meets my fleshy wad with an untenably loud ‘thwack’. Limbs and bits and blood and guts, bursting out into the air like mother cockatoos swooping to protect...
Very Bad Thoughts
Short Story Lisbeth heard the train barreling through the tunnel, the breeze from the power of it blowing her fringe to the side. She teetered at the edge of the platform, just past...
Tusk Till Gone
Short Story Reluctantly I open my eyes to the bright sun cresting above the horizon. Lately I find myself sleeping only about three or four hours a night and ever since the dry...
