Coasting – Part Eight
Serial Fiction Milly was on the bus, talking to her mother on the phone and just as she hung up, her phone vibrated. It was Monday and she hadn’t heard from Von since that...
Category: Short Stories
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Twenty Three
Horror Fiction Stories She did. Jennifer dropped the gun and flung the door open. She sprinted from the room toward the stairs, but felt a heavy blow slam into the back of her head....
Future Faux Pas — Part II
Short Story David was sitting at home, in his apartment, reading the morning paper. He didn’t have work that day and was enjoying his time off. Later that afternoon he had plans to meet...
The Red Butterfly, Part Thirteen – He Looked Hungry, He Looked Happy
Short Story After the Civil War ended, my mother and I fled to the United States. New York City was the golden jewel, and we arrived there first. But finding that it reminded her...
Coasting – Part Seven
Sunday afternoon Von sat in the back corner of the coffeehouse, watching the ships in the harbor bob up and down with the tide. He was dressed presentably, with his glasses (which he rarely...
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...
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...
