You Were Born Of…
Short Story I guess my being the only girl in the family, destined me to be a tomboy, sporting cutoff jeans with patches, slick backed braids and flat, knobby breasts. I believed back then...
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Visiting Privileges
Short Story “Oh, great,” she said. “Now I’m hallucinating.” I smiled. “What do you mean?” I asked. She scoffed. “No, no. I’m not falling for that shit. If I’m dying then I’m dying...
Sneaking Away
Contemporary Fiction I am an expert at sliding out of bed without disturbing whoever is sleeping in it, but this thing is ridiculous. Every time I attempt to untangle myself from the extraneous limbs,...
Pussy-Lickin’ Good
Short Story About two years ago, a long-lost classmate from high school added me as a friend on Facebook. This lady happened to be a friend I had immediately lost contact with following graduation....
Dead Flags & Breathing Canvas
Post-Apocalyptic Fiction I walked down what was once a city street, now weathered, split, and overgrown. The remnants of an American flag still flew high above be me. It stood tall and arrogant....
The Human Comedy: Video Games, Netflix, Pringles and Wine
Inspirational Short Story It was so easy to feel lost in this world. In this city. Eight million people, each of them feeling the need to succeed, to be important, to make it....
Trial and Bearer – Part Two (Final)
Medical Short Story The clock bled into 08:57, then inevitably waded past 08:58. 08:59 came around, devoid of a foreign mannerism. But 09:00 was different. The clock struck 09:00 and the frenetic energy...
Summertime Killer – Part Three
Serial Fiction The train sped through the orange desert, billowing dust in its wake. Sunlight gleamed off the metal exterior and the shimmering heat of the American expanse surrounded it. Sat inside one of...
Holy Men In Unholy Times – Part Four
Gothic Short Stories Early morning light cast intimidating beams of shadow through the mist laden forest. This was nothing than a distraction to John, who had already been up for hours. His eyelids...
Irony and My Grandmother – Part Three
American Period Short Stories continued from part two I spent a long time discussing my grandmother and the life she led. My mother and Marianna didn’t get along at all until my mother left...
Dear James
Love Letter Story Dear James, I remember the first time I saw you, walking into senior English a new student, and I remember how it changed everything. I remember the first time I...
Over The Edge
Adventure Fiction Stories A thin streak of lightning struck the night sky, temporarily and simultaneously casting the ship into daylight and blinding the occupants. Men scattered around, desperately attempting to work together to...
