“I told you bosoms. She has nice bosoms. Hooters is such a derogatory word. Sounds like cheap beer, wings and a pill in the morning,” Allen said as the disgust rolled off of him and made his body shutter.
Category Archives: Short Story
O George, Where Art Thou?
On his right, there was the long rectangular window that brimmed with droplets of rain and clear streaks, to look out of and watch… watch people, watch people walk, watch people walk and talk.. just watch.
Ineedyou. (Samhain Horror Anthology)
Emily’s jaw widened to scream, but it was muffled. It was as if it dried out, but loud enough for her ears only. The creature seemed taller now. It just stood in the darkness so silent.
The Writer Pt. 3
Robert, look happy, behave happy. Robert thought to himself as he sat in the backseat of a classic yellow taxi. He was on his way to see his sister and assist in whatever troubles she had gotten herself wrapped into this time. He looked out the dirty taxi window and marveled the River Thames. ItContinue reading “The Writer Pt. 3”
The Writer Pt. 2
Robert carefully and quietly crept down his creaky stairs. Paranoia invaded as he anticipated the wrath he would consume from what lurked in the kitchen and slammed things. He had been told one, two, three too many times what a lesser man he is compared to those more distinguished in high society. What makes meContinue reading “The Writer Pt. 2”
The Writer Pt. 1
Robert Whitfield laid in his shared bed and stared into the bedroom ceiling. A closer look and he could see the paint chipped in multiple locations, a dingy fan that was missing one of its blades and made an annoying creak at night that kept him awake. He focused on the piss-stained large yellow spotContinue reading “The Writer Pt. 1”
Life is..
Life is casualty Life is melancholy Life is lies Life is surprise Life is the end of the branch Life is the branch that begs to not break Life is the stick it becomes and fire it creates Life is smoke billowed into the winds Life is following trends Life is revelation Life is.. Life.Continue reading “Life is..”
Man-Flu
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Demetrius’s Childhood
An exquisite yellow morning ascended onto Sacred Point Apartments. The Section-8 targeted habitat was once a clean and thriving community built on uplifting its neighbors confidence to get back on their feet, but the years turned and the new wave of residents’ reliance on the public assistance created a permanence never seen before. This newContinue reading “Demetrius’s Childhood”
Adds Up
(Painting by Michael Lang “Containing Chaos”) The alarm clock screeches loud, waking Michael from the sleep of death as he stretches his long arms to smash the snooze button, to not wake his comatose girlfriend. He detaches the phone from the charger hooked into the wall and rolls over onto his back, permanently turning off the alarmContinue reading “Adds Up”
The Place Readers Seek 