Short Fiction

Knights in Shining Armor

Rod Fruendt

Six year-old Douggie ran down the hall to his room to complete his costume, then dashed downstairs. He ran out the door by the building's telephone carrying the sword and papier-mâché helmet his ... [+]

Short Fiction

Purgatory

Rachel Evans

I. I once had this dream that a meteor was going to crash into earth and that we only had one day left. Upon hearing the news, my friends and family apathetically retreated into waiting rooms ... [+]

Short Fiction

A Lost Girl

Rae

A girl feeling so alone and out of this world, there’s no sense of hope. With her parents being dead and she being in the foster care system, the girl doesn’t have family. Emily is her name ... [+]

Short Fiction

Applause

PSSandra

Like an island in a vast sea of freshly mowed grass, it rose like up like a temple.  I wonder if it would be accurate to say that I worshiped that place. For the countless hours that I spent there ... [+]

Short Fiction

Steamship Adventure

Pop

It was 1946 and Jimmy was 12, and ready for adventure. He lived on the shore of the Chesapeake Bay and dreamed of someday sailing on one of the merchant ships moored in the Baltimore harbor, loaded ... [+]

Short Fiction

One day I will ride a bicycle

PatHSliceofLife

Andy Green promised herself she would do three things when she got out of hospital. Throw away her crutches, take a hiking holiday and learn to ride a bicycle.
When Andy opened the door to he ... [+]

Short Fiction

Out of Sight Out of Mind

Odessa M.

Once upon a not so great time, lived two small kids in one big neighborhood. Yes, I’m talking about a seven year old and a ten year old. Of course they had no idea that today would be considered ... [+]

Short Fiction

Royalty Wears Purple

Not-Only But-Also Riley

Occasionally, it would be too dark. It wasn’t the intense shade of the sky that worried Julian though; it was the glaring hole in it.c The moon felt powerful when it was dark, like it could take in ... [+]

Short Fiction

The Rite of Passage

Noriko

Hiro couldn’t even remember the first time that Murai-san, took him out into the garden and walked him around the house, because they had done it so many times. It was one of the favorite times of ... [+]

Short Fiction

The End of the Lemon Drop Kid

Mr Myles

The Lemon Drop Kid was out of Cincinnati. Tall, rangy guy with near white curly hair and pale skin, almost yellow which is how, I guess, he got his name. He had been in Joliet for armed robbery and ... [+]

Short Fiction

Noiseless and Patient

MondayMonday

Shhh. I won’t hurt you. No hiss, no pain, no second bite. See, only shhh. It’s a terrible ache, I know. The wrapping will comfort and warm you. Ensconced in my finest silk. I’ll remove it when ... [+]

Short Fiction

A Boy and His Cat

Milololo

Rudolph Jäger boarded the 9 o’clock to London. It was a dark night—with his coat flapping in the wind and his black cat at his side, Jäger seemed more Dracula than dancer.
Jäger was a ... [+]

Short Fiction

The Box of Beautifuls

ejb

She opened the inside door cautiously. The old man stood on the stoop, in the unseasonable warmth and clamor of the November afternoon. Lean and unbent, he looked like an ancient villager in a ... [+]

Short Fiction

Bleak Rock

Little_Emma81

A single boat, tossed like jetsam in the huge waves, fought against the sea. Within it was a man possessed. A desire to find the irretrievable lured him to the lighthouse. It had taken months to ... [+]

Short Fiction

The Dark Night

lucifer

On a dark and stormy night a boy laid in his bed hiding under his space cover shivering and wincing after ever strike of thunder. As he lays still he hears a creek coming from somewhere in his room ... [+]

Short Fiction

Rowhouse

Markie Paxton

The three little boys loved the big bed that their daddy had found discarded in the alley. They knew what it was and where it had come from and didn't care. They loved how big it was and how they ... [+]

Short Fiction

Mary’s Choices

Marilynelaine

The phone is ringing again. I’m sure it’s Alice calling for the third time. I won’t answer. I’m not listening to her or any other sister tell me what to do. They think it’s their right ... [+]

Short Fiction

Loop of superhero and nostalgia

FoxHolic

Always, father was superhero for me. In my eyes, he had never lost his toughness, and his voice was always full of self-confidence. When I was young, he used to grill some sausages in backyard. ... [+]