The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part One: The Baker 17
Serial Fiction ‘I was beginning to think that my host must be aware of my presence by now when the breathing of a second set of lungs became evident to me. Naturally, I turned...
Category: Short Stories
Animal Dilemmas – Horse Parrot
Short Story The Parrot watched the seagull for a while, ate a little more of the sticky green grass and started moving along the roof peaking down from the sides. It was searching for...
After Long Years – A True Life Story, Part One
In the cosmopolitan town of Abakaliki, eastern Nigeria, there was a prosperous young trader called Mr. Onyia. He was a handsome, tall, fair complexioned, progressive man with five rented houses and a fleet of...
A Guide to Winter Driving – Part One
Short Fiction Tony had never understood the appeal that so many others found in North Dakota. He wasn’t an idiot – he could see the cop-out metaphors about the wide-open spaces representing freedom,...
Dog Food – Final
“I talk all the time, even though nobody’s listening. It makes me feel a lot better, especially when I get really sad. I like the sound of a voice, even if it’s just my...
The Human Comedy: Mr. Miami’s Winter Makeover
Comedy Fiction Stories “Shaina!” “Jenny! I was thinking about you the other day – so weird that you’re calling!” “I know, right? It’s like the universe is telling us we needed to catch...
The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part One: The Baker 16
Serial Fiction ‘In the late afternoon of the seventh day my senses were keen. I had followed every instruction and kept at the right pace so the result should have been evident by then....
Happy Feats
I carried Happy Feet to my car as he just chilled out in the box, enjoying the ride. I even kept the flaps to the box open in case HF was feeling randy and...
Zedlist – Part Seven
The Essex village had a population of less than four hundred people. There was a church, small shop, pub and cricket pitch. Several hundred acres of fields and woodland surrounded it. This was fox...
Ars Melodia – after 1229 Sheffield by Brian Vander Ark
It’s well after one in the morning when I hear the scrape of his boots on the front walk, the jingle of his keys as he flips back and forth across the ring, too...
Night Lights – Part Three
That night the branch is scraping my window more than ever. Sleeping pill packets litter my bedside table. At one point the silhouette of the landlord is projected on the curtain clambering around outside...
Dog Food – Part Three
“She lied, though. She wasn’t okay because she died. I’m not mad at her, though. She lied to make me feel better. It worked, too, so I guess lies can be good sometimes.” Aaron...
