Category: Short Stories

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Cups with Coriander: Sip Two

Serial Story   I waited for Ethan to collect himself. He ran a hand over his head, pushed his hair back and exhaled heavily. That look was unmistakable; there was only one person I...

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Zedlist – Part Sixteen

Alex sat waiting in the front room, what he was waiting for hadn’t been made entirely clear. Kevin had been upstairs all day, but had asked him to be in. At seven thirty, almost...

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Animal Dilemmas – Eagle Bat

Short Story The Bat was fully aware that it has just fought its last battle. Its legs were broken and its wings tired. With the little strength it had left, it adjusted its body...

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A Fine Christmas

Flash Fiction   10:00 am. Anna’s Christmas Shut In 2014 is off to a perfect start. Sweats, nutella out of the jar and Home Alone 2. Serenity! 10:03 am. This Kevin kid knows how...

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Be Wary of Wishes – Part One

Up until a week ago Erica had figured that all of the exciting times of her youth had been memories, so far detached that she could barely see them as her own. For the...

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The Ghost of Humanity – Part Two

Short Ghost Stories For lack of anything better to do, he “stepped” back in to his apartment.  It took a couple of tries, which involved winding up halfway through a brick wall, standing about...

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Cups with Coriander: Sip One

Short Story   She stopped stirring her coffee and pointed her spoon at me. “Here’s how I see it. Cultural paradigms are the ‘one-size-fits-all’ garments of the global morality shop. Created by the median...

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It Just So Happened To Be Christmas

Regula was born in the Czech Republic, but upon too many opportunities unraveling themselves into existence as disappointments, she decided it was time for a change. Although the Czech Republic was her place of...

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Zedlist – Part Fifteen

Colin was standing on a pebbled beach looking out to sea, wearing only a pair of skimpy swimming trunks, his pot belly exposed and sun burnt nose resembling an overcooked cocktail sausage. The warm...

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The Bells

My brother said that at night, he could hear the noises too. They were loud, like some sort of jingling going up and down the stairs, he told me. So, one night, right before...