Short Stories

The Eve of Triumph
The decaying brickwork outside my office window draws my attention, though it’s hardly more fascinating…
Short Stories
The decaying brickwork outside my office window draws my attention, though it’s hardly more fascinating…
Patrick will be here in ten minutes and I’m shaking. I know he’ll be on…
“Do you want company?” Laetitia couldn’t say what it was about the woman. But something…
I shifted uneasily against the sleek seats as the chauffeur drove on in silence. I…
AUTHOR’S NOTE: I wrote this for a workshop in response to a prompt to write…
This is a bad idea. That is my very thought as Wes’s father’s Dodge pickup…
Tad and Gene looked at each other in shocked silence, the echo of the slammed…
We didn’t have days like this in Hornville, Texas. The November Chicago wind is biting…
Things are fine until the men start grilling. Then everything begins to go wrong. I’m…
Author’s note: When I was younger I used to write high fantasy. Haven’t done it…