Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Seventeen
Short Story Jennifer nearly screamed, but instead stumbled over her feet while trying to jump away. She rolled backward over her back, but was somehow on her feet again within a second. The man’s...
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Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Sixteen
Short Story She climbed two more flights before coming to an open door, and even then she had to slam against it with her shoulder to widen the gap enough for her to pass...
Recordings of Gianna’s Family, Part Ten – Nancy (Final)
Short Story November 8th, 2015. The Sorrentino’s Apartment. [long pause] Alright. I guess we’re doing this. Why not? It’s been long enough. [pause] Kind of. [pause] I don’t know, there’s really not much to...
Cosmic Caper – Part Seven
Science Fiction “Turn around slowly.” Jorwei and Haaga turned cautiously to find a haggard looking guard holding an autoshot carbine in each hand. Jorwei spoke calmly, “Okay, you got us… take it easy…” “Shut...
The Red Butterfly, Part Eight – I Danced With Duende
Short Story “I danced for El Cuadillo,” Anna said, bringing me out of my dark thoughts. “I danced for him. And I made a bargain with him.” “When was this?” “A long time ago,” she...
Recordings of Gianna’s Family, Part Nine – Gianna
Short Story October 14, 2014. 5:16 PM. Gianna’s room. So that’s what I have to look forward to. … Alright. I’m done. 5:16 PM. End Recording. 5:30 PM. Gianna’s room. [sighs] Yup. Yup, yup,...
Cosmic Caper – Part Six
Science Fiction Haaga wiped green blood off his blade as the servant, Oorlo, led them out of the lounge, through a deserted kitchen, and into a maintenance hallway. “It should be a while before they...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Fifteen
Short Story She eventually found another stretch of hallway on what could have been the eastern side of the building. Boarded windows lined the right-hand wall, letting in slightly more light through their cracks...
The Rocket
Short Story The morning had a crisp chill to it that had only just started to give way to the sun that creeped lazily over scattered clouds. Between rolling clover-covered hills a red barn...
The Mystery Of Miss Marie
Short Story Thursday morning was not good. I awoke lost in shattered memories with regretful sighs as the previous night’s spirit still lingered. I threw the blanket from my body only to realize that...
To Be A Thief
Short Story Please, Sylvia, let me think. Even in the dark, I could see the panic in her eyes as she desperately tried not to curse aloud, once again mouthing, Hurry. Rubbing my...
