Category: Short Stories

time travel short stories 0

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...

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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...

pizza short story 1

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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

short stories about office 1

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...

short stories about thoughts 0

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...

animal perspective story 2

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...