The Janitor
Short Story About Identity The janitor was always depressed and cynical. This was nothing new. The monotony of his occupation had left him numb, but he had no complaints. The anxiety he used to...
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A Girl And A Ghost
Short Story “Are you a ghost?” she asked. I laughed. “Not exactly,” I said. “Do I look like a ghost?” “A little,” she said. “You’re shiny blue. Ghosts always look shiny blue.” I cocked...
Life Appreciated
Short Story The smile on Maggie’s eight-year-old face always breaks my heart on court days. Single mom-ing hasn’t been too bad and her dad and I even keep it pretty civil. I just...
The Rosebush and The Brier – Part One
Short Story John trudged in the knee high waters in the flooded streets of the peninsula. Walking towards what he thought was the inland. He’d decided to ride out the storm and was...
A Quiet Walk
Poem On a late night walk On a beach or Even more so middle of nowhere, which is believed to be peaceful. Have you walked The sand of the ocean’s front On a summer...
